The He-Woman

I am the He- Woman,

Don't confuse me with the He-Man,

You can find my likes,

At the signals begging,

As you drive.

I dress up like a woman,

But I confuse you,

With my voice, 

With my mannerisms.

But do you think,

I like being a freak???

But do you think,

I relish facing your disgust????

You so-called normal people.

I have been around,

For ages and generations,

As murals and guards,

And as mythological characters.

Sometimes you invite me,

To bless your new generation,

With strength a

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nd good luck,

At others, you abhor me,

For being a freak.

You don't allow me in your society,

As a part of you,

As one of you,

You discard me as the "curry leaf',

Something used when required,

And discarded once not in use.

I don't want to be different,

I want to be a part of you,

Accepted as one of you,

You so-called normal people.

But I am proud of what I am,

I am the He Woman,

With the best of both.

You don't like me,

For you can't be like me.

A part of you but apart from you,

THE HE-WOMAN