A subtle smile

He puts on the dress

When no one sees

He paints his world

In the deepest red

The brightest blue

The sunniest yellow

Pretending it is the sun

Shining down on his head

While he lies in the park

In a pretty dress


...


Walking around in the streets

In high heels and never being

Looked at for anything else

Then the admiring eyes

Of the people passing

The laughter from yesterdays party

There were all kinds of people


It was an underground party

Yet they felt like being in heaven

Getting slightly drunk

Dancing

The outsiders

The underdogs who did not care anymore

What for?

What was the point again?

To drunk to remember now

So keep the party going

Tea and grapes and pretty dresses

Bloody red lipstick

And blushing cheeks

For some a short affair

For others - they chose to stay


Pearly raindrops and bubblegum

The bubble burst once out in the street again


In this world a man is a man with a capital M -
Said the other man - finishing up his beer

- A man is a man with a beard!



A man is a man

Is a man

A man....


This man wears a dress

And high heels and bloody red lipstick - every now and then

This man is

...

- A man


In a dress

In a park

In the street

At the party

On the buss

On the sofa
Legs crossed

Smiling

despite the fact
That some ignorant idiot
told him that he
was less of a man
wearing a dress


...


No one is going to tell you
Who you are
But you


....

Being courageous
Is being true

- To who you are