I am a different kind of feminine - <br />an aberration. <br />A woman, but not in the conventional sense of the word. <br />Men see me as an anomaly, <br />irregular, odd. <br /> <br />Physically, I am a woman, <br />possessing all the biological traits <br />that make me like other women. <br />But that is where it stops - <br />I am peculiar, <br />(so they say) <br />I am a far cry from what <br />men gawk at! <br /> <br />Does that make me less of a woman? <br />It seems that the external <br />overshadows the internal <br />and I am left dumbfounded and perplexed. <br /> <br />I seem to be attracted to men <br />yet men are repelled by me. <br />I am intrigued by women, <br />because of my butch persona - <br />I seem stronger than when <br />I am around me <br />who consider me <br />un-dainty, clumsy and cocky. <br /> <br />This contradiction <br />has me swinging back and forth <br />leaving me in a quandary. <br /> <br />I want to fit in <br />and yet the elements <br />are saying otherwise. <br /> <br />Which way do I go?<br /><br />Judy Meibach<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rose-by-any-other-name/
