Queerness

I'm not gender queer
That's not why I pay
I'm a "straight" female
With "unstraight:ways
Can't pamper male egos
As I should and must
Can't simper till I bust
Or plead helplessness
That breaks trust
Dress up, I can
I love to look cute
Not for you or you
Not for some brute
I work things out myself
Needn't ask for help
But when I'm forced to
I.m a beaten dogs whelp
That makes me "queer"
In so many ways
Frigid, arrogant, proud
Whatever you choose to say.

I'm  not gender queer
That much I'm sure
Yet the queerness in me
I just cannot cure
I laugh from the heart
Not to be polite
And when I'm breaking
I do it with a smile
My pain becomes work
My anguish disdain
And when you hear me sing
it's summer or rains
That's contrary
I'm sure you all know
When you curse and revile
I take a secret vow
That makes me "queer"
In so many ways
Frigid, arrogant, or proud
Whatever you say.