Poet, basically I am not
I can not change my sex
Like my dress
Morning and evening.
I am naked
I do not dress my shame
I do not hide my truth and reality.
I am in conflict with my God
I am not a poet to please Him
He has millions of angels
and billions of man and woman.
But I have none to please
My nakedness
Which is the real me.
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since you say ' my' God i find your aren't conflict with him...naked ness is truth and naked truth is God...ten votes