So many people
Seem to refer to me
As he
With no malicious intent
I know
It's just my voice
No voice training
Because of heart stuff
So became a priority of choice
Perhaps
If i cut out my tongue
And thus be mute
I wouldn't be defined
By my voice
but this wouldn't be
Particularly cute
Every time though
I hear myself called he
My heart sinks
Into a wayward, silent misery
My big bang
Would be
When i have the voice
Of my heart, and soul
Which is she
Meanwhile
I shall have to survive
The Cosmic Dark Ages
In which to thrive

by Jemia