My soul has been imprinted with the fluidity of Gods humor
No longer am I lost in the serum of manhood or the subject of an assumer
I never had high hopes of you seeing me as a man
I never claimed to be the patriarchal misogyny that sits on the tip of most dicks
I never said I wanted to be a man, don’t make that assumption
I am a masculine being. I am feminine by nature.
I don’t care for your pronouns for I am neither and both
My vaginal shaft ends at the base of my cock
My breast are perked with muscle
My voice is thick with happiness and shame
Everyone expects an explanation of my existence
Fuck you it won’t entertain
I cannot answer your questions coated in hate disguised by curiosity
I wonder if androgyny still holds beauty when it does not falter when my clothes are at my ankles
Yes I fall under your social umbrella that puts me in a box of trannies with no angles
My sex is intersex, my gender is queer
Like every other gay my rainbow is not on your spectrum
I am gender, its me motherfucker… everything and nothing.
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