Penny May

I know it doesn’t seem right
But my name is Penny May.
Have pity on my plight
And please help me on my way.
God loves me as He might,
And I’m headed home to stay.
All through the raining night
I have thumbed this old highway.
Well, I know I look a sight,
Dressed in such a funny way,
With a kerchief gaudy bright,
And a stubble thin and grey,
In a skirt that fits too tight,
And a sweater small and frayed.
I have been in prison fights,
But then, I have always prayed.
I’m old and sad and weary
Of lovers who never stayed,
So I’m going to Mom in Kentucky
To spend my final days.
Yes, I know it doesn’t seem right,
But it seems to be God’s way
That I am a hermaphrodite,
And my name is Penny May.
Yes, I know it doesn’t seem right,
But it seems to be God’s way.
Have pity on my plight,
And please help me on my way.

Cy march, 1984