Tap Dancing on the Moon

To Embody

Often, this vessel does not reflect
The realities of my soul, which the world rejects,
So I work, little by little, to remold it
Into something that always affirms me,
Something that helps people to see what I see.
I want to embody the epitome of epicenity.
Though the whole world may attempt to combat my efforts,
It won't change the very real need I feel.
I must live the way I need to
Or die trying.
I feel no pull for sex or gender.
I break, I blur, a blender, bender.
I am my own master, not controlled, contained, nor constrained
By sexual urges or gender binary boundaries.
Can you see me as I am?
Love me as I am?
This is who I am, how I am, what I am.
I just want to be me, want to be loved, want to be good.
I am still a human, but call me your angel
And I'll be yours forever, the way an angel would.