I wear lipstick with my tuxedo I wear bowtie with my hairbow Some days my ******* are buxom Though many they're strapped in mesh Supressed is my rounded femininity Sweeped under the rug is past girlhood Unwanted mound of maternity I wouldn't mind a beard instead Manspreading on the bus, outstretched legs Feeling the confidence ooze from within From the change of garment, air of authority Spills fourth from the man inside me Dresses and skirts look pretty, sometimes I even drape My frame with enhancing, bright jewelry But they make no difference, really It is tempor'y and I soon feel exposed As the naked woman I would be Like a secret only revealed to lucky few Behind shirt, tie and shiny shoe I am woman and I am man I am anyone, and no one I am she I am he, it, they Ambivilence dressed up in a girl's name My skirt means nothing, my long hair a decoy For today as was yesterday, I'm basically a boy
About non-binary gender identity, body dysphoria, fluidity. All that sort of stuff. I myself change my presentation depending on how I feel. Usually edging towards the male side of androgyny.