Cross-Thoughts

[1]
I’ve tried very hard not to be this way,
there’s nothing I won’t hear.
Took a lot of pain and self-reflection
to get me standing here.
Against all odds and expectations
the path ain’t crystal clear.
No oracle or test will tell you,
the truth’s inside you, dear!

[♂]
My muffled thoughts scream “I’m a man!”,
the cashier lady calls me “Ma’am”.
My chest so big, my crotch so flat,
the daily pain, I’ve got to pack.
It’s forced on me, cat calls they hurl,
why would someone be a girl?!
Bind me down, and set me free,
and watch as my mind fills with glee!

[♀]
Sometimes I feel, indeed it seems,
my boyness’s been engraved in me.
I tuck it in, and clench my fists,
the girly way to deal with it.
My tears are stuck, it takes my joy,
why would someone be a boy?!
Push me up, and set me free,
and watch as my mind fills with glee!

[⚥]
Not at all, no, I’m not pleased,
with boy or girl, a choice to keep.
How much I wish, I want to be
a being of androgyny.
The choice unmade, just leave me be,
spread peace around, we’re equally
disturbed, a world that’s binary
will end up as the death of me.

[2]
To not lose hope’s a heavy task,
it seems like just too much to ask
Will the result be one to last?
And will it finally beat the past?
A creeping thought nobody knows,
and deep inside of all it grows.
Accept the deal, and now it shows,
you break what has been once imposed

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