Joe

They call him Joe
But he wants the name Joanna
He’s got no paring likes
To color it with henna
At night thinking he’s alone
He’s wearing not a dress at all
Joe… Living with a lie
Joe… Often wants to cry
Joe… Sometimes wants to die
They don’t understand
His life throws through his hands
He is not like them
He’s no ordinary man
His feelings are too strong
Is not his body that has something wrong
Joe… Living with a lie
Joe… Often wants to cry
Joe… Sometimes wants to die