The tables prepared as the family gathers for dinner they have to know about this.........
Secrect life lived beneath the night's skies drift
Mascara, high heels and even fake tits
though no cross dresser I will repent when the cross catches up
Somehow the topic of girls to me is a lost lecture
had one a while back can knock it now I've tried that
and its grew so deep on me I know I could never turn back
I relax at the table and begin to recline
when father says "son is there something on your mind"
I give off a weird look and before I could even speak
I took a deep breath, grasp my jaws and gritteed my teeth
Knowing the family wasn't prepared for what I had coming
I try and develop thoughts to tell him I live a life as a wonam
my eyes wander the table and end up on my mother
knowing their hearts would crumble yes theirs and my brothers
"hmmm mmm" father clears his throat awaiting my statment
nothing prepared yet so my statement blurted out blatant
adreniline overwhelmed the butterflies in my stomach
the table in shock labeling my life as a woman
Mother in tears brother in aw and my father pissed
He screams "step away from the table you son of a bitch"
I preceed to with caution he doesn't hit that often
but this beating I'd for sure end up in a coffin
with the firt punch I flew clear across the wood floors
as he stated " I bet your faggot ass won't dress drag no more"
not knowing the danger of the anger from my families hurt
I was murder by my father for telling my Family First.....