Human In Disguise

 

 

I strive for an identity, roaming the streets

Of this peculiar world, my heart bleeds

Clapping my way out, I am welcomed,

With disgust, and pity I witness seldom

                         

My lips speak a different story,

My adam’s apple bewilder people,

“What is it? A man or a woman?

Definitely not a human! “

 

My genetics are my disguise,

underestimating me is not wise

I could fare better than those in power,

Am equipped with the prowess of both the genders at par

 

My voice could beat any orator,

My looks could melt any mortal,

My claps could excite any infant,’

My life could change in an instant

 

Variation is what society refuses to accept

They envy me and my unique concept,

I wish I could recognize myself

My identity remains buried under the shelf.

 

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