A Soul Suffocation Within A Body

I am a soul that wonders
Does souls have genders too?
Because at the end of the day
All it really matters in a person is,
The Soul that they have

So if you say that a soul,
Is free from the discrimination
Of the gender
Then why do you bound me,
To behave in a certain pattern?

Just because I am,
A soul locked in a girl’s body
You automatically expect me to
Confine myself as a girl?
A mannered perfect girl?

Spare me,

When you find me sitting
On a chair, facing backside
Or upon a sofa
Not with crossed legs
But hanging on the side 

Spare me,

When you hear me burp
When you see me on roads
In my sleeping pajama
With hair that has not been
Combed for ages unknown

Spare me,

If I walk on the streets
Absolutely unfeminine like
Or when I laugh loud enough
To startle the neighbor’s baby
And make him cry

Spare me,

When you see me
Eating mouthfuls of food
While dropping food on my clothes
And cleaning my mouth
From my sleeves

Spare me because sometimes
I do not want to be a man or a woman
Confined to rules of the gender
I just want to be a soul
Not suffocating within a body

– Aisha