THE TRANSALATLANIC TRANSVESTITE . . .

The transalatlanic transvestite sails across the mighty sea . . .  

In a showy cabaret act - her ultimate dreams fulfilled . . .

The over the top slap - dresses to die for - she feels free . . .

Whilst she gladly entertains - for the likes of you and me . . .

Her days of pain and humiliation over - he is now a lovely she . . .

And the very best of it all - she now receives a handsome fee . . .

She is no beggar or thief - she’s working for her own design . . .

Not as a “Drag” queen - this is not the way she wants to shine . . .

She just earning a living as only she knows how - she has a dream  . . .

The cabaret act is just there for a living - for her an enjoyable regime . . .

Her heart the same as any other - longs for companionship sincere . . .

Her off working days spent upon the decks waiting for someone dear . . .

“No” she is not looking for a man - more of a mother or sister figure . . .

More than most she has feminine needs - one should for her - consider . . .

Oh how so she attracts - liken to a moth to a light - her female friends . . .

Then as she only knows - her courtesy opens up - she transcends . . .

Her days of hurt of being so misunderstood - left now - are no more . . .

Talking fashion - Oh those so high heels - days shopping once ashore . . .

“Yes” the transatlantic transvestite - so lucky to be living the dream . . .

Confidence abound - happy - content - her days filled with self esteem . . .

I wish my transatlantic transvestite only the very best - not all make it . . .

Kinds of makes me a little jealous - her determination - she never quit . . .

To live the life as only “God” designed for her - I could never be so whole . . .

She could teach so many others - one should reach for their chosen goal . . .

Indiana Shaw . . . : )