An Intrinsic Exquisite

right now I am learning to dance with myself
without thinking of myself as less than a woman

a real woman would do this or that
be this or that
know this or that

a real woman couldn't be me... well, why not?

I have all the parts, all the bits
what else is a woman anyway?
lots of memorized footprint patterns?

how can that be true?
how can someone like me who has spent her lifetime thinking about the meaning of everything that exists.. how could I believe for an instant
that the definition of something as primary as womanhood can be limited to some fucking florescent green footprints?

well, you know what??? I am a real woman

I'm as real as anything else around here
I am as technically a woman as it is possible to be

where am I

now?