VivienneAm I not female? The mirror shows a soft round face, delicate features, full of grace. Am I not a woman? My breasts are supple And firm, I can wish for better things And I can yearn. Am I not lovely? My waist is small, My legs are thin, But with this obscurity I am a living sin. Don’t you think me beautiful? My eyes are big, my lashes long, I can flutter like a butterfly But that seems wrong. Am I not a lady? I can pout and simper, It doesn’t take much, Brush my hair, Finesse, powder, blush. Am I a man? The dense growth on my face Cannot be shaved or plucked, Five o’clock shadow On my chin, obstructs. Am I a man? Strong calves, Armpit hair, Facial mutation, Why do you stare? Am I what I am? And what is that? A woman, a man, A dog, a cat? Am I not human? With body parts in the right place, Circus freak travelling free, The only way to be accepted as me.