I don’t like the way they call you ma’am
Coz a woman could never be what I am
Am I something in between 
A girl and an androgynous dream
Coz I’ve been one of the boys
But I’m not one to break my toys
Just for the noise I would make
It’s in every breath I seem to take
As I reach out to clasp
Something I could never be and I ask
The future to make sense of my past
But all it does is roll around
Cylindrical as the sound
That pumps the blood in my veins
As constant as the realm of change