the trans us

I’m too fat
I’m too tall
I’m too butch
so I fall
I’ve got lipstick
but this stick
is in my ego
maybe mistrust
laced with disgust
up to my bust
is the must fuss
for the loud sluts
in the moneyed huts
of the yuppie crust
bring the pitch fork
to the queen dork
I’ll remember
back to New York
when a cold hark
from a cop’s bark
was the first shot
in the long war
for the trans us