Fem-i-9

Switch Blade

His is a walk different,
swivel, cache,
movement, like life,
goes both ways,
embodiment of woman,
watered-down masculine,
high fashion, lowbrow,
high voice tone, hedonist gone wrong,
unable to discern cause, effect
inappropriate, correct
regardless,
unfortunate to the point where
being complicates, becomes “we-ing”
stereotyping decelerates progress,
overlap obliterates depth,
limits sustenance,
truncates opportunity for advance,
glance into light green contacts covering
dark brown eyes incased by stressed faces
controlled with ideologies espousing lies,
“God made me this way,”
alluding to defensive rebuttle moments…

“When did you choose not to be gay?”

Separate shall we,
man, gender
XY, XX,
celibacy, multiple partner sex
his, hers…

Where do the lines blur?
Why speak slurred, carry a purse
when you are he, not she personified?
Why double-dutch?
Why bruise humanity with your leprosy touch?
Why be him looking for him acting like her
when you could have she who is desperately
searching, waiting for us to be MEN?