Factory Life

I used to work in a factory

I used to lift 40 kilo bags of sugar

The day would end without noticing

Trying to achieve the production norms

I used to have an Albanian lover

The only Albanian woman I have kissed

But she rejected me

By saying: "I am not a lesbian"

"Me neither" I told her

Although I am in a female body

I am a trans guy

Maybe I cannot be called a man

How many vicissitudes I have passed

I don't even know how to tell you

In this cursed world

I need you

My closest friend

I used to tell you everything

My dear friend

I used to love you

I have no chance with Albanian girls

Maybe they have more sense

Generally I get hit on by Jewish girls

And other nationalities

I am a bit like Don Juan

I never found my heart

I had a lot of fun

But the truth hurts

I am only missing one body part

How dear it has been

In this world without that part

They don't take you seriously

Limping like a pirate

I stole hearts

But in love, unlucky

The one that I loved the most, I lost

I will pray to God

To give me inspiration

Because regarding that part

Not even in the afterlife

Will I have that part

I need to be happy

With whatever I have

"The less you envy

The closer you are to the Gods"

The ancients used to say

At the factory where I worked

I used to get drenched in sweat

However, I would never forget you

Your picture in my pocket

I used to keep it close to my heart

How, dear girl

How did we end up like strangers?

You love a Swedish man

And I suffer

Help me end this poem

Ah, my poetry

How do I not get tired

I don't even know

Often I get bored and sad

From factory worker to poet

I went to university in vain

Unemployed and homeless

I ended up, in Toronto

I only had one pair of pants altogether

When I propositioned you

Imagine what tragicomedy

In that moment I created

I would love you even if you were poor

Or, God forbid, sick

I would love you even if you had that famous part

That made my poem super long

I love your soul, not your body

That I have never touched

But I am old school and different

A typical trans man

Let's end it here

O my dear girl

It's better to be the way I am

Than to pretend