The Dragonfly

Call me Sir, Madam
Woman or Man
Think of me 
as Her, Him or it
It doesn't matter
If you think
my eyes are blue
Brown or green
I don't mind if you
Are trying to know 
My make, model
And trim
Where I come from
And if I have wings
I transitioned
Shedding my skin
I was a weak teneral
Now a skilled flyer 
a true friend until 
the day of my funeral