State of Dry

Drop the Y and add an X

See what changes with my sex,

Thinner arms

Misunderstood charms.

Perhaps my braun of less import

And the way I walk of more,

My spines ability to bear burdens

No longer enough for most employers.

When adolescent trauma

Struck my heart beneath a chest

Growing breasts instead of hair

Would it have found my cement

In a different state of dry to indent?

In the wilder days of untamed youth

Would I have smelled

More like a rose

Than the earth it came from.

When the mornings are dark

And I can more easily examine

The flickering candle within

As it throws shaky shadows

Of my more curvaceous form,

If I were woman strong and true

Would I still work the land?

This farmer tending fields by night

Hoping by the end of season,

It may yet yield morning.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks for prompting me with ‘imagine your life if you had been born a female.“ @josy57