A brilliantly allegorical excoriation of the exogenous exoteric levels of human emoting, notwithstanding the fact that I am myself much reminded of several invasively exenterate liaisons which involved the painful curettage of my XY CNS neural conductive fibres by elegantly becoming persons of the XX persuasion. [By means of a perhaps frusty but absolutely irrelevant (I assure you) homologous paraphrase, that is to say this poem is redolent with meaningfully sonorous echoes of past experiential angst: it IS cuspidatious!] Mahalo for sharing it, Kalikiano (who neva wen take himsef da kine choke serious, sistah, LoL....)

Again, this is powerfully emotive and meaningful. It stirs the soul, Deborah. Thank you. Best wishes to you,

Regis