Marionettes on genders’ strings
made to dance as new offspring
by writ of birth the die was cast
setting in motion life’s circumstance

this declaration that odds prescribe
mostly right some of the time
this is no comfort for those betrayed
when assumptions rule the day

now the puppets move about
pulled by strings spun from doubt
those filaments that serve few
both watchers and marks confused

the latter must fight to know
an escape from thread’s control
when they pull against the conceived
following what the heart believes.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191221.