A genetic coin toss determines it all
Dances, dresses, what you are called
When am I free, to decide what is me?
If I do, can I still join your tea party?
An alliance, a community I don’t want to miss
But gender is messy., My thoughts in a twist
I want to be one of you, but this feels like a lie
Would you still invite me if I were a guy?
For now, my life stays simple and safe
Is it not easier if I know my place?
I wish it were different, but that’s not the case
So, for now, womanhood will be my safe space
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