Woman/Man-Child
Are we not all
Akin to this woman/man-child
Before us
Reflected within us
At times one
At times another?
Is not the timidity of shy
A leavening of the feast to come
The preparation that will satiate
Fulfill the appetite
Yet
Regrets the loss of anticipation
The aroma of what was once to dream?
Is not gender identity evolution's misnomer?
Doesn't the boy fashion after the mother
Evolve into the man
Graduate into consciousness
The feminine/masculine side
Now grown
Now ready
The mother of the father
The boy
The girl
The girl
The boy?
Woman-child
Man-child
Dreamt and realized
Nature's surreal puzzle unsolved
Yet walking beside us
Within us
About us
A reality accessible to some
Feared and rejected by others
I measure by humanity and kindness too. The heart is all that ever matters to me.
Christine
I am so glad I never went through all that turmoil and fear. My manhood is not something I ever had to question or change. No need for me to write poetry about it or worry about being, “found out.” Or picked on. It is strange though, how many of these tortured people seem to excel in what they do in spite of all the soul-searching that seems to take up most of their time. Maybe it's in an elixir for success that I'm missing out on.
Ron
race language ethnicity orientation
are not worth a fig but unfortunately
to many, to too many, they count;
i measure by humanity, kindness, behaviour
and expect to be measured by those in return.
Thank you, Odin, you're always worth it.
john