I pull the corner so it hangs just right,
Yet I see how people treat me like I'm too uptight.
If I want to be accepted, I must make my life
A pantomime of symmetry,
Poking fun of this ostracized part of me.
My quirky habits mean more to me
Than a side show for laughs.
It is a part of me that
No one understands, but you do.
All they see is a quick correction;
You see the woman behind
This black suit and pale face.
To you it is not an anal reflex
But a beautiful rendition
Of my pantomime of symmetry.
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