A Rose By Any Other Name Poem by Judy Meibach

I am a different kind of feminine -
an aberration.
A woman, but not in the conventional sense of the word.
Men see me as an anomaly,
irregular, odd.

Physically, I am a woman,
possessing all the biological traits
that make me like other women.
But that is where it stops -
I am peculiar,
(so they say)
I am a far cry from what
men gawk at!

Does that make me less of a woman?
It seems that the external
overshadows the internal
and I am left dumbfounded and perplexed.

I seem to be attracted to men
yet men are repelled by me.
I am intrigued by women,
because of my butch persona -
I seem stronger than when
I am around me
who consider me
un-dainty, clumsy and cocky.

This contradiction
has me swinging back and forth
leaving me in a quandary.

I want to fit in
and yet the elements
are saying otherwise.

Which way do I go?