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X chromosome

It’s apparent my parents wanted a girl

But they got a girlish boy

Extra chromosome

There’s breasts where my chest was, these pink fleshy masses

Have made themselves at home

Hips like my mom (hips like my mom)

Equipped for a birthing yet there’s no tiny person napping behind this gut

Put some sad music on

Grab a book, draw a bath, spend an eve with the cats and a bottle of Sauvignon

Blanc

So dress me up like daughter, oh, oh, oh

And talk to me like son, oh

Hold my head underwater

And tell me «Try and breathe»

And now the lines are blurred

If there’s a great overseer was he drunk at the wheel for my birth?

(There's bourbon in its blood, I swear it)

Were our courses predetermined

Or do the pieces just lay wherever pieces may?

So gamble

So garnish me with lace

But fill me up with dirt

You stuff me like a pig

And tell me not to gain

So gamble on

(There's more than one driver at the wheel)

So is it true there’s Eve

Wrapped up inside of me?

So dress me up, undress me

Paint my outsides like the pretty thing that I’m not

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