The Third Sex
Calculate the appearance—colored clothes and something hair— Strike up a conversation if you want to take a dare.
Your instinct’s right, because you can’t just look inside the pants— Your body wants to party, not analyze the dance!
It’s dark and light in stripes in division on a horse—
Picture the zebra now—it’s an animal, of course.
Each one is different—you can see, they really are unique. Straight markings are impossible—stripes show in curves, go peek!
All in order, some of them are sexy in one way,
Others in another. God makes them—it’s okay.
Humans have fingerprints and some realistic gripes
But when the zebra moves, you don’t think about its pipes.
Are there really only two sexes? Well, ask a doctor—“No.” How about three then, if there’s hermaphroditic flow?
I say we have some billions, and every person’s great.
Each of us is unique. Some will, maybe, mate;
Some of us have babies; some just clearly can’t. Sexual organs differ, like the leg that wears the pant.
Don’t cop out, friend, be truthful to your feelings for
A person, not a gender, ‘cause in bed there’s always more
And trans folks can be amazing, just like the others can—
Please remember the zebras before you make a ban,
For God creates with panache, sometimes in black and white, Somewhat he and somewhat she but always in the right.
If He makes us in His image, well, that means He’s more complex— He is also She and More—that’s how They stack the decks.
Each person gets a special mix of dark and then of light—
The feminine, the masculine—everybody’s right!
Wise one, know that we can live in peace together—
But we must be creative, like God Itself, no tether.
Open doors but also, sugar, look within, I say—I’m ready for more tenderness, now and here, today!