Androgynous creatures speak with such grace,
Ambiguity flows in their stark face,
Like a child lost, escaping life’s race,
Their self-defense traps the curious case.
Politics blend with theories so grand,
Bodies confused, yet instincts still stand,
Bread trails leading to humanity's hand,
We awake, trance broken, where we land.
Coerced into steps of a dance unknown,
Natural rhythms by others disowned,
Realizing late how we've been outshone,
In a world where true selves are postponed.
Yet in this dance, we find our own way,
Breaking free, in the light of new day.
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A enlightened view of sexuality and in fact any differences that we hold as human beings or even other species. Open minded and refreshing to hear. Lovely words and great metaphors as well.
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