Enlightened

I bridged the chasm and entered ambiguous halls Climbed over barbed fences inside my mind's walls To glimpse the core of how men and women relate Among flowering vines behind the garden gate. Within a flower is both gamete and stigma As semen to ovary - what an enigma! Nestled deep in my breast, I hear a sultry voice, "Which would I be if I'd been given the choice?" I am content with my life in a single ilk I give in to the urge to wear lace and silk A little more mascara and blush on my face I desire to be a lady with charm and grace I wear jeans and boots, shorten the length of my hair But some days high heels are what I choose to wear Two halves of one heart, beating in rhythmic sync Twins in one body but both sharing the same link One set of footprints I leave on a virgin shore I know who I am, but sometimes yearn for more I'm searching for what lies behind the waterfall The answer discovered when I hear my siren call One foot in each of two very different worlds Climbing trees like boys with painted nails of a girl When asked my favorite color, I always say it's blue But I'm also partial to pinks in pastel shades and hue. I search my thoughts to see if gendering is mental Knowing I'm more the damsel, not frail but gentle When my psyche roars like a lion, I can repress the savage beast in me when I wear a pretty dress In kindred thoughts my anima/animas keep in touch I respect my masculine inflection, but not too much I don't saunter like a guy. I'm not one of them My hips sway like a girl, so cherchez la femme.* *Cherchez la femme is a French phrase which literally means "look for the woman."