Another Kind

Another kind another thing

In flesh or mind

Always asking

“Is this appropriate?”

Foreign eyes stare from a head and say
“This head isn't mine”
Is that appropriate?

What soul beneath that breast lies,

To make your flesh a foreign place?
Your reflection alien to those eyes....

Yet you are another kind

And still another thing

A spirit like mine

Seeks itself to find

One heartbeat, one breath, one voice

Like mine

One soul, one thing, one kind