ANDROGYNY - SO TORN

They label me.

They think I am confused.

It is they that are blind.

Am I out of my mind?

Androgyne

Intergendered

Asexual

How do these all apply?

I have chosen a path for myself,

And society says, that’s why.

Society has determined that I require

Certain fineries and clothing, specific attire

To distinguish myself from the other sentient beings.

And when I respond that this is not crucial

To the breath that I take or the nourishment I desire,

They brand me,

And shun me,

Medicate me.

Deprecate me.

Smother my joy and belittle my feelings,

Just because I choose not

To conform to their pleadings.

Are we not our brother’s keeper?

Do we not treasure this life?

I am not a monster or a mutation!

So why demand penance and absolution

From me?

Please!

Let me be!

I struggle each day with the choices I’ve made.

It pains every second, all friendships have faded.

But I am what I am

And it leaves me forlorn.

I am here,

Let me live,

I am, Androgyny, so torn.

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Photography by

DeOlivere Greenidge

copyright 2009