girl like boy

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Her short ragged hair thrashes about
Under those scorching lights of heroic progressiveness
A blue scarf tucks around her
Finely tapered features
Her loose round neck floats around her body
Creating a shapeless illusion of whom
Cheating reality and surpassing science
Girl like Boy.

This like is not a lust
But a being.
Not something created by the honoured man above
But something signed from conceptual arrangement
Of fantasy and dreams
Something made of internals not bone.
Those light batons of electricity
Reminiscent of a live wire
Sparks fly from her carved hands, masculine
She may not be a stereotype
But people idolise her posture, stature
Speech or lack thereof
Girl like Boy.
Cheers echo in her hollow bottle
Applause shakes her unfitted trouser leg
She takes a bow

She may not be She, but he
He
Is truly astounding.