by rvijax

woman

Our genders match in strife,
We face the same bullshit in life.
Whether man or woman,
All we can hope, is a bittersweet loneliness,
And if lucky, may be depth and fullness.

Beyond the opaque cloak on our frame,
We get heart broken the same.
Whether man or woman,
Time, our bittersweet friend makes us rounder,
For what is hot, will grow to be warmer.

But I will always be the ‘him’,
Marvel at their deep, wonderful complexity,
Like a puzzle that you slowly learn to not-solve.
Like how this poem goes out of rhyme,
Yet leaves you better than it found you.

Oct 17, 2013