i am a man
No matter how hard I try,
It doesn’t make a difference.
I wear masc clothing
But when I run out,
I’m left with femme stuff.
People do double-takes
When they look at me,
Trying to figure out
What the hell I am.
I can tell you this:
I’m not a ma’am.
I am a man.
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