I look in the mirror and hate what I see.
The person in there cannot be me.
No muscles defined, and too many scars.
A face too dour to get carded at bars.
Yet this morning, the worst thing I have to face,
Is that it seems a woman has taken my place.
Transgender I always thought strange.
What is in a pronoun change?
Don't understand what gender means.
Just a label it would seem.
Sealing yourself in a different box,
Boarded up, covered in locks.
Why can't we just break free?
Won't anyone join in with me?
No longer define by a gender.
No meaning behind him or her.
These labels won't get you far.
Everyone should be who they are.
Breasts being gender specific is a myth. Breasts are fat deposits and nothing more (or implants). What of women with very small breasts, or breast cancer survivors who have none, or women with artificial breasts, or men with implants, or women with prominent pectoral muscles, or men with oversized pecks, or obese men with full large pendulous breasts, or men with hormone irregularities, or transgendered individuals, or third gender individuals, or lactating male infants? At what age does the nipple become obscene? Puberty? 18? What if the breasts are covered but the fabric is see through? What if the body is painted? Maybe in latex? Why does
Last time I checked, I'm a woman.
Yes, I wear guy clothes- they're more comforable.
Yes, I have short hair- it's easier to style.
That doesn't make me less of a woman.
So why all the dirty looks from other women,
As I walked out of the locker room, eyes down,
Wearing my dark androgenous clothes?
Underneath I am still a woman.
Why all the looks from the lifeguards at the pool,
When I was swimming workouts with a group of guys?
I'm wearing clothes over my bikini,
But I am no less of a woman.
Yes I have a stern face and tense jaw.
If you knew my thoughts, you would too.
I am stoic and reject my emotions;
That doesn't mean I'm not