Ms Krissie Kristabell
Hi, Im Krissie.
I came 3rd in Miss London, this was my talent. To be honest, i didn’t have a talent. I don’t sing, dance or even mime. I know, miming is one of the easiest things I guess, my problem is i like melancholy grunge, or psychedelic rock and dance music… Nothing i could mime to. I guess I could do the Yea Yea Yeahs, Despair, or Carter USM and The Impossible Dream. or even I did it My Way (sex pistols) … but i thought id save the judges from my taste in music and i wrote a poem instead.
This Poem to me represents a very very small aspect of my life and struggle. I thought how could i put my whole life into a five minute story… and this is what i came up with.
This is my first poem, its more like a story.
My life, in all its glory.
I must be due a little luck, i don’t ask for much, but, being me used to really suck.
I grew up under the social services care.
There is really no need to feel sad.
If anything, it made me debonair.
I swear growing up i never wanted to be a billionaire,
I just wished people wouldn’t stare.
I felt weak and awkward, uncomfortable in my own reflection.
My life was so full of imperfection.
I felt like a bomb, ready for detonation.
I needed a new location, i wanted to blow this dam-nation.
I had a fascination, with a girl called Dana International.
She was the latest sensation.
Could she be my salvation?
Will she help me to begin my transformation?
I set of to find her, this I never did, but it did not matter. I was in Tel Aviv!!
I had found my mission, I felt safe here, I was going to begin my transition.
I found a gender clinician, paid her commission and spoke with a physician,
Hurray, at last i was doing the big transition !!
Life was great, i was the centre of attention, but there is one thing, i forgot to mention.
My three month tourist visa, ops.
I forget to get a extension . (Six years later) I was caught, and ended up in detention.
My plans had been thwarted, looks like I’m being deported.
The place i ran away from,
I was broken, but the girl in me had be awoken.
Id lost my network and my transition, but i still had my ambition.
Nobody knew, not even a suspicion, it was just too much, so off i went to find a new physician.
I got a referral, to charring cross, once again, i felt boss!
I waited and waited, and self medicated.
In this time, I met a girl, she was lovely i felt so dedicated.
This defiantly wasn’t a fad, because she told me I was going to be a dad!!
I didn’t feel sad, my 2nd transition was bad.
After all I was to become a dad!
I thought id found a cure, how ever, I now know, i was totally mad!
We had, two little beauty’s, and i promise to always full fill my duties. .
To Becky, (The ex)
I didn’t mean to lie, and I’m sorry i made you cry.
I hope you know? I will always love you until I die.
I couldn’t handle it as a male, and I’m sorry, i let things go so stale,
It made me ill, i mean really ill. I was so confused, I didn’t mean to worry anyone,
I felt abused, like i said my brain was confused.
But don’t worry.
It was just a rebirth, a resurrection almost a celebration of my life on earth.
I am truly happy now ,even though, i know i can be a bit of a cow,
My third transition is going so perfectly, everyone has been like “wow”.
Life is great, I have finally accepted my fate, i truly feel so elate.
Here I stand at Miss Transsexual UK 2016, and believe me,
i am so proud to be seen.
Remember, never, never, never give up on that dream.
Once again, Life is great
Krissie K x
To read this poem was a really big challenge for me, as i grew up with a speech impediment and it especially shows when i am nervous. I did it, I read it all, I was sick before hand with nerves, I had to take a anti sickness tablet to help me. But I did it,it felt amazing. Reading my own words and people actually listening. And then applauding me for my efforts. It felt great, and i loved every second of it.
I hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as i enjoyed writing and performing it.
All my love and all my best regards.
(this post and photos belong to Krissie, please ask before taking anything they are not for public use with out my express permission first)