Conformity, you confederate, you hound,
From thine bondage I’ve been unbound,
My confidence’s fully erect, a soulful choir
W/ every note rainbow elan t’your genuflect,
Allowing me daily to gaily parade my desires
Before the face of a life oft arbitrary in briars;
A life seemingly fond to sodomize my mood
Already scrambled and stewed by the screwed
Criticism of a southern society’s masculine want
For males like me to refrain from feminine flaunt.
Conformity, I bite my thumb at you.
To thine own self be true
Yet still “walk ‘n’ talk like so,” you say.
“And never a sensitive side of my soul display!”
Is my voice not as bold as you’d like?
Is it pitiful my fists aren’t always curled to strike?
What of my earrings and my hair real long?
Sorry, but this heart sings only the uncensored song.
I AM a feminine spirit, and I spit it proud
Among man’s domain barking so
dogmatically loud!