She, a poem

She, they said in reference to me, and my mental process hiccupped in surprise.
How does one who identifies as female feel alienated to the word she? 
Evidently, how can one truly identify with a word that generalizes my existence, and

replaces my sense of self with the sense of pre-convinced notions.


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