Who are you
To tell me what I am?
To tell me who I can be?
Who died
And made you a god?

I'm too girly, you say,
To want to be a man.
Have you looked in a mirror lately?
You call yourself a woman looking like that,
And you dare to judge me?!

Yes I am girly
So are half of the gay men I know.
And we both know I can't even think straight.
So who are you to say
What a man is to be?