I’m a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit
into the space they’ve shoved me in.
They call me a fake.
I’ve been forced into a life limited to black and white…
where it is always night
and I’m always sleepless.

Casting bones to the closet to conceal my secrets.
They tell me that I don’t exist.
Society has told me the earth is divided
pink and blue.
But what’s one to do
with violet vision?
Varieties of shades of purples and greys,
are the colors that seep from my soul.
Most people have simple minds,
which leaves the rest of us left behind.
Denied of who we are,
of what we are and who we will be.
Like a soul trapped by the damp of the earth,
I must be acknowledged
to be free.

They say my life’s a trend.
I’ve never been one to easily bend or to break
or to turn to today’s “what’s hot or not” page.
The battle of the sexes is fought within me everyday.
They say my life’s a phase.
A child’s shoe that soon won’t fit.
But this has been me since the day I was born
this is me and I won’t grow out of it.
All around me people radiate
pink and blue,
but what’s a purple person to do?

I’ll be eaten alive if I dare flash my true colors
are there others? I wonder,
as I dive in search of a gender identity cover.
But this is me and I’d better accept it
that inside I’m neutral,
a gender dyslexic.
They say I’m confused,
but I know what I am.
I could stand here and scream it
but your head’s in the sand.
Someday soon somebody will hear me
the sound of my voice will echo into eternity.

My sex may be female
but my gender’s anonymous.
I’m not “he” or “she”
Just call me androgynous.