Boy

    I imagine a boy  

A boy so pretty, so smart.
Perfect hair, with a perfect side-part.
So flauntingly masculine,
not only women stop to talk. Strutting wherever he goes,
Turning all heads as he walks.

           So elegant, eloquent, kind and fair.  

Perfect to gaze, perfect to stare.
So tall, so lean,
the hard lines of a male body. Waiting- no. Yearning. To be seen.
He is all a woman could ever want to be.

But inside i know.

He will never be me.

This is about me being gender fluid and my inner feelings of never being able to conform physically to the way i feel mentally.

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