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.