Accept 'Them'

The poem is about my experience and realization.

"Get inside, close the door!"

"They've got enough, still want more!"

I heard them whisper, father and brother.

I was very curious to know,

What are they talking to each other?

"Who are you both hiding from?"

"Who are you both running from?"

"We're neither hiding nor running, just ignoring,"

"Them." Father looked me into the eyes

And rolled his eyes towards outside, where

I saw some women looking like men

Or some men dressed like women

I was simply puzzled, at the age of ten.

"Who are they? Men? Women?"

"Neither of them? Or both of them?"

I wanted to discover, but I never saw them again.

Until, I was travelling alone, in a bus

Exhausted, my legs were dancing to rest

I found a perfect place, the only seat

But beside which 'They' were sitting next.

A strange scary sensation swiped me

Now I wanted to think like my father,

But where to run?

So I rather decided to avoid them

Shilly shally I sat there.

I was on full plan to ignore,

But I can't keep my ears close

The one beside me was actually on phone

Tensed, discussing money and loans.

As she kept the call, she became quite

So still and silent

Just like a living statue beside.

Did I notice her discomfort?

Was she more unrelaxed than me?

She never looked at me even a single time

I don't know why, I peeked at her multiple times.

Just then her stop arrived, she left

Her departure left me divergent.

Now, by the age of seventeen

It is known to me, they are called,

The third gender: Transgender. 

I heard some people saying, 

"They are something between male and female, 

But not completely any of them,

And still possess characteristics of both of them."

Isn't it confusingly interesting then?

 

My relatives bought a car, especially because

It has the engine of one company and,

The designs of some other company.

But, when it comes to human, people are not ready

To welcome this cute clever creation of God

Where he merged two divine forces on earth: 

Masculinity and Femininity. 

Physical strength and confidence as male 

Unconditional love and understanding as female

What a complete blend.

First time I saw them looking for money,

Second time I heard them, still money issues.

Why is it so hard for them to live?

Why was I uncomfortable to sit beside her?

Just because I didn't know her 'exact' gender?

Still I am writing 'her'.

We have same brain, heart and the five senses

Then why so much of difference,

Just on the basis of interests and appearances?

I love permutations and combinations, anyways

So I open heartedly accept 'Them'.

Author's Note

I know the poem has unequal stanzas and uneven lines. Please suggest how I can make it look like a real poetry which follow rules of poetry writing. Share your thoughts.