By Miles Joyner
I am a woman
Not the kind to call
Ma’am or Miss
While kissing my hand.
I am a woman
Because the world sees
Flowers, a Venus
Emerging from the sea
I am a woman
In appearance alone, I sit
Uncomfortable
Atop a throne
Draped in femininity,
Hesitantly owned
Unsure how
I will shred the burden
Of Womanhood
Men touch, feel
Welcome to my body
Like the ocean on sand
Eroding me
All I want is
To be still, a wave
Without a crash
I am a woman
I dress like a man
I’m bold, I’m told
I do not feel it
Not woman,
Not man
I’m unfinished, a part
Of a universal plan
I am a flood
No longer at bay
I raise my hand
Out flows “They”
Miles Joyner is a bisexual activist in South Carolina. They enjoy attempting poetry in their free time.