Walking down the street
Are you a boy or a girl
I smile and walk on

I have a secret
I know something you don't know
A beautiful truth

Gender is inside
It's not in my hair or clothes
Not between my legs

Not in where I shop
Nor the fact that I love kids
NOT in my lover

It's deep inside
In a place your rules can't touch
And I defy you

Because finally
I look at myself and know
Who I really am

Always remember
Just 'cause someone looks the part
Doesn't mean they are.

Not woman, not man
Not girl, not your kind of boy
I'm something much more

I transcend it all
Your boundaries, your limits
'Cause those rules don't fit

I am too complex
I reserve the right to be
You can't box me in

If I take labels
They'll be labels that I chose
Or maybe made up

'Cause they have to fit
Snug and warm and comfortable
The way most just don't

Am I intersex?
Not male, but am I female?
I am and I'm not.

Not straight and not gay
I don't fit with what they mean
Not bi, 'cause which two?

Queer feels right for me
It's the person that matters
Cliché as that sounds

Not butch and not femme
But I do have my butch side
So - butchish andro.

I am not a girl
Not woman, not man either
They just don't feel right

Not a "normal" boy
Know what? I don't want to be.
Stick that in your pipe.

"What the hell are you?"
I'm a Transboy. Deal with it.
NOT a "normal guy."

I'm butchish andro,
Queer Transboy extraordinaire
And damn proud of it.

You think you know me
But if you don't know all this
You don't have a clue.