I look like my mother I look like my father If I am both, then I am neither one Preset in contradiction Second guessing expectations I am simple and I am cumbersome Most days I wonder where I cometh from Out the womb of a woman who bore all daughters But frequently I played my daddy's son They called me a tomboy all jeans and sneakers Till I found fashion that accentuated my features And till this day dressing in the mirror feels like a subtle interrogation of who I've become. Variations of either-or are forced fed to girls who never dream of being one thing It's bludgeoned into your subconscious until in your head you always feel a seam away from being complete