to blossom

with eyes closed
i lick my lips
and think back to when
it was not so important to be a man
a day when it was easier to be a penised girl
some sort of sexual artifact
that made mommy proud
gave her the self worth handed to her as control
but soon enough i grew
and so did my penis
much to her dismay
a man grew out of this girly bulb
one with confusion and concern
but a flower still
no mistaking the pedals
or parfume
or seasonal existance
that would upset her
the scent was musk
the petals throbbed in outside direction
and all said and done
i was there for someone else's picking
to be bouqueted
with other beauties
and finnally
appreciated without restraint