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 and 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