Am I wrong

In my application

To qualify

For a free assessment

And Guidance

To my poetic writes

Or wrongs

I have to declare

My gender

And sexuality

As this will aide

And advance

My chances of qualifying

So I tick boxes

Little boxes

Built just the same

That reveal my legacy

Not my PC shame

That I am a transwoman

That I am a lesbian

That I am this

And I am that

Should I wear

A particular hat?

Personally

I'm just me

Being pigeon-holed

Confined to little

Claustrophobic tick boxes

That is meant

To conform

Or confirm

My identity

Which in reality

Gets lost

In a maelstrom

Of conformity

I am just me

The only difference

Is the way I now pee!

And the only

Bush on bush experience

I've so far had

Was when I peed

Behind a car

at a festival campsite

Under the twilight

Under the stars

Not realising

As I squatted in my innocence

That a bush beneath me

Were nettles!

There came no sighs

From between my thighs

But I was at least

Relieved!