El Problema

I cannot help the way this body formed,
like those foreign words
that long to be feminine,
but can’t.
Gendered noun confusion –
The *problem* is male.

Born to a body that is not true.
Disturbance in the eyes and the mind.
An artistic balance –
the harmony of two?
Or a jarring discord
and there’s no *cure*?

The cold *water* hits me,
behind the stick man’s door.
Is this the one I should choose?
I run from the painted, pointed skirts,
a triangle dividing life.
But I dream of diving into that world
of pink, of curves, of soft skin.

A glance into a looking glass –
Which *witness* am I?
Until I know
I write the *poems*,
irregular like *language* –

The day will come,
I’ll change the *problem*
to a singing note.

Author notes

This is the poem I used in my portfolio. The words like *this* are irregular in Spanish (as far as I can tell - I am not fluent!). Please tell me what you think - concrit is the best!