your majesty

without asking what to call me

you call me ‘she’

in theory

i am comfortable

when asking what to call me

i respond ‘she’ followed by ‘he’

you call me ‘she’

you call me ‘queen’

you call me ‘sister’

in theory

i am comfortable

i am queasy

i feel sick

i am an automatic she

i deserve solely she

i must serve the people their wishes

how dare i think i can be addressed by the correct name

i am a fraud without attempting fraud

i will only ever be automatic solely she

even in trying to maintain an ultimately irrelevant appearance

people think i am that

i can only be that

for the rest of my life i am nothing but a woman who is womanly

i will rot being known as a woman who was womanly

i am a woman

i enjoy being womanly

in theory i am comfortable

i am also he

or at least that is what i claim

in theory i am a comfortable queen sis girl but

i cannot be perceived as just that

as only good for queen sis girlness

so i am he

so think twice

so ask me what my name is

so she is not your leash on me

i am he too

manly queen, defender of womanly king

in this chess game i am the subject of attack

except players call me queen but there is already another queen on the team so there are 2 queens

2 queens is nice but

i can only move 1 step at a time

Written in bed at 2 in the morning on June 17th