Pronominally Challenged Poem by Susan Detlefsen

Pronominally challenged

What's your sign?
One used to ask.

Here in Portland
We have brand new task,
What's your preferred pronoun?
We now must ask.
To know who's she
And who wants to be he.

If you get tired of being you,

I can be you, and you can be me,
We can alter our identity.

What's your preferred pronoun
Is a good question to ask
To avoid being lynched
As it nearly happened to me
For using the pronoun "he"
For one who preferred the 'she'.

What is my preferred pronoun?

I scratch I ponder.
Turn my brain upside down.

I don't prefer any pronoun!

If you would like to call me she
Often in the past
I have been called she.
She would be alright with me.

If you would like to call me he
He too would be ok with me.
He or she may also call me she
Or he.
It's all the same to me.

Sometimes I feel like she
And then sometimes like he.
Please excuse me for not dressing up
For bypassing drugs and surgery.

Sometimes I feel like she
And then sometimes like he.
Most of the time I'd rather just be me.

Call me X
I'll call you Y.
Or, I might make you call me Z.
Don't you know
It's all  about me me me!

If this be true,
If he's now she
And she is he.
What the deuce!
Refer this all to Dr. Seuss.

Let he be she
Let she be he.
Please, just let me be me.

Let's all move to China
Where there is no "he", no "she".
We'll call each other "ta, "
Stop arguing, and just drink tea.