Am I a He or a She.?
I sit to wonder, what I would be,
Cause I feel so trapped in this masculinity,
Struggling to unravel my femininity.
Hard it is for me, in men's vicinity,
Forced am I to let go my dignity.
Bat and ball are not my game,
In which most men find their fame;
Will it remain the same?
The company of women, me, it thrills,
Men drool, and I go head over heels,
I get so excited on shopping sprees,
But the thought, I'm physically Man, makes me freeze.
I crave to create my own identity,
Fighting my fight, for eternity.
Rejected by my family, culture and society,
I still remain with tangled thoughts in perplexity.
Why should I remain this way?
Is it wrong to be born a transgender,
Is it not God's grandeur and splendour?
Why then am I treated like an untouchable?
Am I not like you, strong and stable?
I am God's masterpiece,
One of a kind, even though a few like me.
It sure is a mystery to you,
To gaze with lust, which isn't new.
All I cry for is acceptance,
Without considering me a disturbance.
As I accept you the way you are,
Why wouldn't you, to me, be fair?
-Vinod Shemron