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he/she

I was born to wear pants but I prefer skirts.

Feminine blouses to blokey t-shirts.

My gender a quandary, Β it seeks to invert.

My god given body, I desire to convert.

Confusion and profusion of twisted thought, Β does this conundrum prove me a pervert?

So natural, it seems to be she more than he, it is the will of my maker I wish to subvert.

And so I fight, betwixt and between physical born male and emotional female, but never a winner as it's ME who is hurt.

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Aly K

That's great Thomas. ..if it conveys that. I'm Β a woman but..wanted to write as a juxtaposition of someone comfortable in their sexuality..trying to understand how it is for someone born into what feels like, the wrong body. Thank you for the feedback xxx.

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Tony Taylor

Hey ALY!!....haven't read you before (my loss)......I Love the delving into the human condition here........ well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered......... great sense of rhythm and timing here as well.......ALL STARS....... well done sweet poetess!!......... and.......WELĈOME to COSMO!!........ LOVE and ROCKETS!!........T xo

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Aly K

Thank you Tony, what a lovely hello and generous comment on my poem. Xx it's nice to be so warmly embraced.

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