Am I man or woman, I do not know!
What is being man or woman can you show,
beyond the texture of human skin, beneath
the swell and curve of their anatomies,
past the different chemistry of blood,
stripped off the memes of evolution?
I am Tiresias, the blind and poor sage,
a moth eaten man with wrinkled female breasts,
I have fought at Thebes, the city of the dead,
and made love to carbuncular men on my bed!
No, I am no more bound by stereotypes
of gender, transcended a long time ago,
So, I dub myself a transgender in this life
without afflicting any harm to my ego!