Androgynous Poem

I miss my blonde crop and my dungarees,

My baseball cap and grazed knees,

When I wore whatever I could find

And if I got messy I didn't mind.

When my body was a vehicle for my soul

And I thought and moved as one whole

And I leapt and danced and played with ease,

Building dens and climbing trees.

And then the alien curves invaded

And I felt like my body was being paraded

And everyone seemed to be staring at me

I wanted to hide my indecency.

I started to notice my own reflection,

I started to worry about my complexion,

I started to dress in a feminine way

And my urge to climb trees dissolved away.

Since then I've developed a woman's mind

To match the body I was surprised to find

And these curves are now a part of me

An extension of my mentality

Though sometimes I wish I could regress

To the age when I was genderless,

I embrace this soft and fluid form-

This is the real me, this is the norm.

~Written 17/08/10