Little Angel

 

Menu

Home

About Us

What's New Transsexuality - Just Updated

Transgendered News Transgendered news; Updated Daily

Advice Column

ArticlesTranssexual, Crossdressers, Transsexuals Articles

Biography

CalendarTransgender Transsexual  Online Counseling - Calendar

FAQ's

Transgender TGTransgender, Transgendered

CrossDressers CD

Transsexual TS

Female to Male Transsexual FTM

Male to Female Transsexual MTF

Teens Transsexual, Transgender, crossdresser Teens

Partners & Family

Members PagesTranssexual, Transgender, Crossdresser  Member  Pages

AndrogynyAndrogyny, Androgynous

IntersexedIntersex, intersexed, intersexxed

Laura's ResourcesLaura's Transsexual, Transgender  Resources

Live Transgendered Chat

Forums Transgender message forum

Fun Stuff Transsexual Online Support  and Counseling

The Daily Blog

Venutian Universe

Venutian HoroscopesTranssexual  Horoscopes

Online Games

Photo AlbumsTranssexual Pic - Update

Links

Girl's Life

Guy Stuff

Software & News Transsexual Software

Privacy Policy

TV News and The Great Search Updated Daily

 

Cast your Ballot

  Go To Polls

Poll Results  

 


E-mail Me

E-mail us

 

Button Central

Cross Dressing - Please sign our Guestbook

Please Send us your feedback

Transgender News - Link To Us

Transsexual Forums - Sound Off on our Message Board

Transgendered Chat Rooms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Butterfly Arrangement
Transgendered Poetry by Dora Leigh

Laura's Playground presents the Transgendered Poetry of Dora Leigh.

When I Was A Little Girl

When I was a little girl
I would travel so far
there was a train, a plane, and my
dads old car

we would travel for hours, my little
girlfriend and me
we would be so excited about
our afternoon tea
in the courtyard we'd dance and sing
with such glee

in pink dresses we sat on white
chairs in the yard
awaiting our tea to be served by
the court guard

'til my father comes in with a frown....

a tea set, a doll,
they're the wrong kind toys
now go out and play like the good little boys

when I was a boy
maybe five or maybe six
tried as I might, the broken little boy
I could not fix

So I'd learn how to hide
the little girl inside
I learned how to lie
and never ever cry
to be a big boy
I would always try

But, the boy in me
would never be...
good enough

of all my close friends
I would always ask
help me find a way to finish
this dirty task

there were talk of guns, there were talks of knives
maybe a rope

a rope was there, and
a clothesline pole
down a short memory lane
I would stroll

so I hung the boy
with so much care
too much to carry
too much to bear

my father did rescue
my little frame
no-ones at fault
no-one to blame

I could not even do this right....

But, I made up my mind
than little girl spirit
would be left far behind

And, I would practice and practice
at being a boy
never again, be a girl
with her toy

written by
Dora Leigh


Poetry Index

 

Sign our Guestbook

Free ScreenSavers from Laura's Playground

Rate Us

 

 

Bookmark us