I am a woman who doesn’t own a dress

I am woman and I can’t stress

How much I need to confess

That I can fix a drain and kill the spiders, but I still like to be held from time to time

And being treated like a petty girl in bed on occasion is sublime

Even dirty,

Cos I’m masculine of center but only just
I’m right in the middle and I feel I must

Bust the crust of this dichotomy just to be me

And free

I am a woman redefined, coloring outside the lines of genderly pictures people have in their minds

You can call me Butch, that’s fine, he she thee ze they

As long as you’re being kind

And sometimes this poem might be the only sign you get

But don’t fret,

Cos I’m a woman.