Womanhood lays beyond
the half-measures circumscribed
by the ones without designs
gifted by the realm of birth
this is the statement some embrace
building walls around themselves
that secret garden securely kept
from interlopers that may transgress
pretenders are surely damned
by biology and not desires
no matter what may be felt
the physical is quite enough
identity is deemed a lie
the trick evoked by Satan's spawn
with the gatekeepers keeping guard
against intrusion that would end all
the greatest comfort is with the known
femininity inside four walls.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190315.
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