Why are we still segregated by something we have no control over?
Maybe because we are cowards
Who would rather crouch than stand tall
It¹s still binary, ones and zeroes
Reminding us not so nimbly
That we can°t all be heroes
Especially if we¹re womyn

Bringing us back down to the solid ground
Smack in the face
By the impossibility of gender neutrality
We debate in classrooms, on podiums, in front of state capitols
But why do we care what parts we decide to appreciate?
What clothes we decide to wear?
Don°t be scared we are all still human.
Some just uncomfortable
Like moist one piece sweat suits
In the body they were given

We can¹t all be you, Betty
White picket fence
2.3 children
9 to 5 cubicle working husband
Who secretly bitches about you with the guys at the water cooler
Cheats on your ass with the dog walker
And can°t make you orgasm even if his life was on the line
Oh the jealousy
Of the pre-packaged life
But what good is it
With no instructions?

Remember when I loved you?
When you weren¹t afraid to love me?
When you were still that gleam of light
In a dark room of developing photographs
When you knew that a womyn°s curves were a blessing
Not a curse
That they held the deepest lust for a human imaginable
Does he see this beauty?
Does he know you lie when you say you love him?

You aren¹t broken my lady,
Just under the assumption that going against the grain
Would scratch your pedicure and dirty your blouse
Its okay though
I understand
I mean who°d want to live a happy honest life
Without a real man?

Someone to provide for you
So you can keep your peripheral vision from seeing the possibility
Of being the womyn you want to be:
Self-sustaining

© Brittany Alverson, 2009

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