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Don’t nobody call me a man neither, for them thar’s just about fightin’ words. This here is no mans land, the metaphor is apt and I fought for that.
For if I were a man, then why am I running around out loud in public in front of God and everyone attired as a woman (I can hear em sayin’ “what kinda man is that??”) These poor people think I’m confused, but they’re confused and I’m probably okay.
I can’t help the body I’m inside of any more than you can yours. And since lotta people seem to be at least a little insecure about their body, I think we can all understand or relate on that somehow. Hey, at CDH we like body positivity right on?
It may be a man’s body, but it ain’t no man inside there.
And yet I’m painfully aware all too aware that a few vital parts may be somewhat lacking for it to be a woman
And so I won’t beat no-one about the head into impotent submission at the idea that I am woman, even if it’s how I judge myself.
You’re free to reject my judgment of myself as woman, by the same token I’m free to reject your judgment of me as man. I won’t even judge how you judge yourself tho, that one’s for you. At CDH we like equality too.
The world is a shadow where man and woman so often project their own bovine fecal material onto one another and blame each other for the reflection they see.
When the sun sets on all this, it ain’t up to you to define me, for you’re not the one living inside here. Defining me is my job. Please don’t nobody try and take my job away from me.
Shoo!! I needed to get all that off my chest. If you made it here, thanks for stickin’ with it Sister! And I hope you understand 🙂
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