Dualing Astrology

Don't use my birthday
to read the astrology
of our love
My stars were born Premature, my soul bloomed
two months early
remnants of a seeded body
without any roots.
A love child of the moon and seas,
bound to the earth like mud
meant to be tides.
I crowned stubborn horns refusing
the life of anxious claws
and so here I stand
Taurus, not crab
living a double life.
These bullheaded ways
have become cancerous to the ego:
I can't find my place
in the stars and have had
to create my own constellation.
So though I was born on Mayday,
I still seek
the independence for you to
know the real me
not Taurus or Cancer,
not the typical man
in your Astrology texts.