And the woman Eve, whom serpents deceive,
Will willingly surrender her flesh,
Lest she meet her untimely death.

She walks the street in every city her feats
Are as mean as they are great:
To find her appropriate mate.

But this poor erzats girl with the pretty curl,
A smashing beauty with quite stunning breasts,
In silk and lace and a formfit dress.

Not one of us is a wallflower. None
Will spend not one hour tonight,
Alone and at home in self-pity's grip tight.

So the goddess Eve, the heroine of me,
Shuts her eyes, plots her revenge,
Her furious anger and envy to avenge.

She lifts her hand in raging command,
But this erzats girl with the pretty curl,
Dodges with the cunning of a man of the world;

Off goes poor Eve, defeated, she grieves,
Is it better to plot or be friends?
If the latter she chooses, good things will begin.

Danielle LaReaux c2008

The mark I've born my whole life through,
Revealed far more where misunderstanding stood,
And though from well-springs, great rivers accrue,
I rejected with vehemence like 't'was bitter wormwood;
Rejected, selected the right I thought good.

"But a man of men, am I," cried I,
"Thought it sounded so sound, I surely had died."

So I forgot my heart and hid my case,
But a blind assumption lurked beneath
This placid surface, feigning as Grace,
When all I wanted was a moments peace,
Till unfaithful Bacchus' veracity ceased.

"But a man of men,am I," said I,
"As a man doth a woman, I shall not cry."

Hounded by pain on disgrace's abyss,
I ran far beyond each border I'd cross
To see just how far in the face of remiss,
The price I paided was shame grotesque,
But what's not refine in the crucible's dross.

"But a man of men's not a man," claimed I,
"Should I question tradition and morels with: Why?"

So convoluted, yet my time passed by,
That beliefs I opined and posited true.
This subtle change stirred curiousitty;
Unsure with a new set of rules what to do,
But I was instructed by age and wisdom too.

"But nay! I'm a man of men, aren't I,
"Whither then comes this challenge of why?"

But a dawn of new hope arose inside me,
Redressing, addressing , crossdressing faux pas?
But 't'was befitting of me so I chose new clothes,
Et bon encore, I became what I thought,
And love who I am, whom for so long I'd sought.

"A lady of men, am I," bellowed I,
"Though boys will be boys, a girl became I!"

Dani LaReaux c2007

Sweet lovely Debbie
Had no such bevy
As friends and family to call on.
So when things got to rough
She stripped to the buff
And donned petties and stockings and all on.
Then she'd look in the mirror
At her plump reflection
And she'd smile and make faces till she
Found one that she liked
And would put on that night,
Then she practiced her laugh to sound glee.
And she'd powder her nose and paint red her lips
Then slip on her dress and her heels too,
And when she felt ready
(Three drinks made her steady)
Then down the sidewalk flighted she flew.
Till she came to a corner,
Her own special corner
Where all of her dear johns would wait
To purchase her favours,
And employ her labours,
And she smile and laugh loudly but think:
O God, how this life I hate.
Dani LaReaux copyright 1996