The Doll...Part 1 (January 22, 2011)

Stacey stood

Before the glass shelves

Barely moving a muscle.

Where Jane

Her older sister

Kept her valuable collection

Of porcelain dolls.

She had been warned

Numerous times

To never touch them.

But
Temptation kept her

Coming back

For one more touch.

“It’s not fair

Jane gets dolls

And I don’t”

Stacey thought to herself.

The Grandfather clock

Started to chime 4 pm

In the living room.

A panicky Stacey

Raced from Jane’s room
Into her own.

Changing back

Into her “male” self

Before she outed herself

To the family.

Stacey is

A 12 years old boy

Named Stuart.

Who'd been dressing up

For the past 3 years

Before realizing

He's a girl trapped

Inside a boy’s body.

Although

He hasn't tried Jane’s

Or his mom’s make-up
Yet.

Only

A matter of time

Before he does.

Normally

He put away

All his feminine clothing

Without any visible signs

To be seen.

Bought
Last summer

At a local thrift shop

On a friend's dare.

In his mad dash
To change back

A stray pair

Of navy blue nylons

Poked out

From the highboy dresser.

As Jane poked her head

Into his room

To see

Where he was

And doing what.

Since the house

Was totally quiet

Quite unusual for Stuart

Since he played

The Cure

24/7.

A quick scan of his room

Showed Stuart

Sitting on his bed.

Trying to understand

But growing frustrated

With the assigned math homework

Which he could not grasp

The principles behind

The trig questions.

As her eyes roam over

The rest of the bedroom

She saw the telltale nylons

But choose not to mention them

Yet.

Not quite sure

What to make of them

Wondering

If they had been taken

From her nylon drawer.

But wanted solid proof

First before a confrontation

As she left him

Alone.

Catching Jane’s disappearing head

Stuart let out

A sigh of relief.

Only to see

The toe of the nylons

Sticking out

Of their hiding spot.

“Oh God

Please pretty please

Don’t let Jane see

Those navy blue nylons”.

Silently
He pleaded.

Hoping for the best

Fearing the worse.

Knowing
Jane will use this

Against him

Like she always does.

Dejectedly

He replaced the nylons

Back into their hiding spot

Gently shutting

The dresser drawer.

Therisa © 2011

Author's note: Another poem, taken from my poetic morgue. Due to the length, I have divided this poem, into 6 parts, for easier reading.