Masked Goddess

 Of this I am quite sure, there is a God.

She is so shy, hiding under that mask.

She was taught to hide because she was odd.

She was odd for being a she and masc.

Inner Goddess will not be recognized

Behind the snow white, alabaster face.

This mystery woman was circumcised

Like a little boy, but she dreams of lace.

Now in her mother’s stolen lingerie,

She finds God behind the mask of her soul.

She does not find a son who passed away

But loving daughter with a heart of gold.

And yet, upon this point, her heart is torn:

Without such a mask, would she have been born?

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