Fitting in was never the problem
It's for what you stand and to show that emblem
For I am real and not some concept
Not a freak of nature that looks inept
You have mayonaisse at a sandwich party
Just rise above the rest because you're a bit arty-farty
Wearing a leotard sat on top a double-decker
Shout at the judgementals like you're Boris Becker
Forgot to shave but still wear that skirt
Look at the men with a mind just filled with utter dirt
Never mind my on show Adams apple
It's just another man in me that I'd love to blindly grapple
But the world is coming to this way of thinking
Instead of hiding in a hole where I once was sinking
Struggling with a size eleven stilleto in Next
Jazz up my shoes to whatever suits best
Stood outside the club, cold, smoking my ***
This is what I was born to be, I'm just a young hag.

He/She/Him/Her

JJB