What are you?
the idiotic questions they ask
Do they have eyes?
A boy, or a girl?
Well no, oh well
For both I could pass

My pestering thoughts
Believing I could change girls attraction
to prove them wrong
and in the end to dream of fooling them

For once I wished them not to be distracted
By my androgynous drag
But desperately wanted them to believe
to get back into order
to know we were the same

The order "God" made
The order you cut
guiltily crossed, and created
only to soak in it
the absence of new thoughts in your head
they help if you repeat them and go to sleep
because your knowledge of your preference is there,
even when you let it sedate

Too harming
to androgynous
And I could put it to use
The great and almighty prefrencial reverse
Is it male? Or female? Transgendered?
To confuse, as well as abuse

Even the most
Masculine of the feminine
is more lady-like than I
No willets,
broad shoulders
Butch palone-omi
pretty girls and men, they never cry