Confused, uncertain, murky, ambiguous

No one will take notice, that much is clear. You will be confused

by your body, your voice trained to sound sweet,

inoffensive. But you are you are you are you:

A solitary man who lives between two worlds,

looks in the mirror and sees only his contradiction.

Those who know you don’t listen when you say your real name.

Your enemies will take to spitting behind your back.

No one loves what’s inside, repressed.

Dual is a bad word. The devil is called ambiguous.

But you are you are you are you. Standing there.

You are the prodigious line where the waters mingle.

You are the shy mutation, the next step.

You are made from flesh of the original gods.

Confused, uncertain, murky, ambiguous.

Standing there.