But Like, You're a girl

Girl?

1. sorry, mere glass mirror to reflect

Man twice his size

2. Driveway-Shoveling, Robot-Building

Metal-Welding Quasi-Man

3. extra “X” chromosome weak

Unable to carry the bloodline like him

4. Voluppptuous and supppple

Femmmme man-Devourer, man-Devourer, man-

Girl?

Tone may shackle hands but

Word blinds soul, the word

defined only in a realm of

Man.

Shackles

gender should have no such

but Word flies in 1 breath

To him a tradition To me a

Prison:

Wizened hands rock mine

cracked from dishes and nursing

my gran wears orange well

my mum too

now I.

But today does not tomorrow guarantee;

I could wear orange again

but If I try maybe I could

Perhaps wear purple? Or green? Or blue?

Three decades I have spent proving my worth

Eternity will pass without a victor in this battle

to stand before the eyes of

Man

But Hope Calls me to the Battle Cage

Every.

Time.

 
 
 
 
 

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