An Ode to Semenya - LB

Background:  For those of you who live under a pink rock and don't know the person featured below, here's the skinny.  The woman below was in the center of a great deal of controversy, concerning her gender.  How they could question her quintessential WOMANOCITY is unthinkable.  So I decided to write this ode to tell her to keep her head up.   

An Ode to Semenya

I write this just to let you know

that even though the hair may grow in our ears

I hear your cry

The chromosomes may say "XX"

but we ask "Y"

Moving through life with firm handshakes

and open minds

We give our hearts one last shake

to make sure we've given every drop

Runner...

I hear your footsteps

In the distance the shoe (women's - size 13) gently taps the ground

Like the flutter of a delicate hummingbird wing

The wind flows down our backs,

backs soft with hair, yet strong as a nation

Let us not hide behind our goatees

but celebrate our great personalities

For we are all one gender - HUMAN!

Does our blood not bleed red?

Do not let the deepness of our voice...

Drown the highness of our calling

We are all brothers of the same sisterhood

So hold your head high

Even though the hair may grow in our ears,

I. Hear. Your. Cry.