Blonde, brunette, redhead

Today I am a blonde bombshell

My wig brushes my broad shoulder,

It's getting hard to make my outer shell

Feel "femme" as I get older.

Yesterday I was a ravishing redhead,

My wig brushed on my flat chest,

I'm told it's "manly", but I felt instead,

As "girly" as the rest.

Tomorrow I'll be a brusque brunette,

My wig will brush my curvy bum,

And I'll take any compliments I can get,

From whatever gender they come

My outer shell may first appear to be

A "womanly man", or so I've been described,

While in my inner self, where I'm truly me,

A "manly woman" secretly thrives.

When I sleep, I may see myself in dreams,

Male, female, or androgyne,

And only when I wake, strange as it seems,

Will I know which label today will be mine.

How does it feel to know what you'll see

In the mirror, day after day?

For me that silver window of time

Always has something different to say.

We try so hard as humans to belong

To one crowd or another,

To find a bond that feels so strong,

That we can say "we band of brothers"

But it's not black & white, nor pink & blue,

And I've finally discovered instead,

The rainbow is the one flag I truly do

Feel proud to fly over my head.