we ought to be a wonder
define me divine
an incarnation of a goddess.
but i am only a bunch of flesh and muscles
a pack of 206 bones
nothing which makes me special
nothing which makes me a goddess
nothing which is worth to work as an excuse.
the things without sex
are the ones which work the best
i ain't nothing but a hormone
nothing but an extra limb on that cromosome
X or Y made the decision.
I ain't no goddess or incarnation
I ain't no mother, maneater or nun,
I am not a definition of my gender and refuse to be:
don't wish me a 'happy period' you moron,
don't give me a mediocre congratulation on March 8th.
I'll ask for what I want:
don't take it personal, when I am weird
love me as much as you can
respect me being able to burb louder than you do
acknowledge that every now and then I do have to fart or poop
no, no stars and flowers,
proper feaces and gases.
Remember that on the other side of this world
my "ladyparts" are mutilated
I have no voice
my body is nothing but useful to others
I am raped, forced, sold.
Tell me where you find this goddess underneath the ghost.
I'll come and look for it too.
I hope I can be reincarnated one day
as someone like you
nothing but a human.
And one day maybe after hundreds of incarnations
we might incarnate as what we ought to be
more god than human.