White on White

I could be studying

But no, I’m cavorting

In clothes so provoking

I just really feel like sailing

Across the universe expanding

My gender’s already transitioning

And I am wishing I weren’t resisting

But you can’t deny there’s something

About being born a boy, the controlling

Yet I look in the mirror, lowkey salivating

She’s finally hot, and hot men are staring.