i stand,
son of Femininity,
shredding myself,
for promiscuity.

i walk,
i feel the eloquence
of my getup,
in absolute fulfillment.

i talk,
illusions shattered
pray to Aphrodite
for visions of androgyny.

i run,
cursing that stance
and all those codifying me
out of existence.

it looks like they will win.