I, a Man. A Woman.

I, a man
Trapped and concealed by female form
Face oestrogen and resistance from hormones of rage-
Unreasonably they misfire, and alter my brain.

Could I, a man
From my cage find feeling?
For a woman alike
For another female?
My eyes disagree
And I am bound to the men
Who estrange me, disrespect me
Wrestle my masculinity.

Does loneliness rise from man within woman?
Or does she house the potential
And nurture unrest.
Feminism an option only to dismiss
For fear my familiars would soon take amiss.

If my lady capsized and my gent made the shore
He would rise as a man, to gently escort
The fairest of maidens with paper weight hearts
With kindly intentions
Not genial farce.
He'd fail to mislead
Or damage, corrupt
But instead he would carry his heart in his handSubmit it to beauty
Stay linked to her arm.

If I, a man
Had freedom to roam
Casanova in envy, turning lust to love
His lovers' soul then his to keep
Can now rest assured
He'll devote and protect
And her feelings he'll hoard

Yet I, a woman
Tend not, to women alikePush instead thumb of man
Internally and out.