Fluid
My femininity is a cloud
It's soft and I like the way it brightens my sky
But might dissolve in a few minutes
Or turn dark, who knows
But for now it's pure.
My masculinity is there
I don't hate it at the moment
My confidence in my cloud
Has brought him along
As a passenger.
I like myself today.
But tomorrow?
Tomorrow I'll wake in a different brain.
My soul will be there, sure
But I can't plan my wardrobe
'Cause soon I might find it gross
And I won't recognize the handwriting
On yesterday's notes.
I guess I'll go to bed.
We'll see if I like
who I am tomorrow.