Okay so I wrote this poem last year in a creative writing class. It's a pantoum, you can google that if you're really interested in what type of poetry form that is. I think it's kind of a quirky poem, I hope ya'll like it.

What Am I?

Oh my God! Is it a matter of preference?
I don’t know what a woman is,
When I was young I thought it was all about parts,
But now those are fudged with reassignment surgeries.

I don’t know what a woman is!
Where’s the line anymore? The standard?
But now those are fudged with reassignment surgeries and—
It sucks to grow up in this age.

Where’s the line anymore? The standard?
Be all that you can be; “I yam what I yam and tha’s all I yam!”
(It sucks to grow old in this age)
A man cries, “I Am The Walrus!”

Be all that you can be; “I yam what I yam and tha’s all I yam!”
When I was young I thought it was all about parts,
A man cries, “I Am The Walrus!”
Oh my God, is it only a matter of preference?