You the Androgynous

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You see men -
Grown men,
Lean into their little, pretty,
laughing
girlfriends -
and whisper
what is that?
I can't tell.
You see her -
turn,
appetite whetted,
drink you
in...
eyebrows knitted;
then back to him,
eyes averted -
leering mouth -
little face suddenly so...
mean
with outlandish joy,
and bemusement.
I don't know
what that is.
But,
a boy?
I think it's a boy.
She says.
It must be a boy.
And they stare.
They stare.
They're staring.
Hard.
Can't they see you looking back?
Right at them.
You, slim - long haired
young man,
with almond eyes,
wide, rounded nose
lean thighs -
the stout, cut jaw
and bow, perked lips.
You the Androgynous.
You see them.
Thinking...
What is it?
And you -
want to speak out
in your rich, rolling voice -
and say
I don't miss a thing.
Do you hear what I am?
Do I now tick the box;
Is it clear?

And are you happy?
For making me feel, so -
twisted,
fragile
and -
freakish,
as I disembark this train.

Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown