Don’t know my identity,
Male or female or something else,
Not sure about it truly,
“But surely not a curse.”
People laugh and clap,
On my identity, buried;
Given an opportunity,
All want to play erotically.
Nothing new or wrong with this,
God has played with me,
Nature has played with me,
Even my mother has cheated on me.
My existence is for others:
Nation, society or humans,
Born to work for others only,
Denied manliness or maternity.
Abandoned by my own parents,
Immediately after my birth,
Fearing castigated by society,
Starved of breeding and sexual blessings.
Moved to quench all the fits of hunger,
People scorned and chuckled;
Twisting and shrinking their faces,
Though, not lacking in merit.
How could I satiate my needs,
Nobody can think of them,
Have a heart and mind both,
Given a chance to show my worth.
I am neither male nor female.
