I could never be a simple man
nor a straight and simple woman,
doing simple things 
thinking about simpler ways
forwards. 

You said I should be a simple man.  
I heard those words faintly
through the haze of intoxication
you said to be unlike them. 

They who came before, lingering 
in your memory for time immemorial,

I said maybe. 

But Heredity. 

But Environment. 

I could never be a simple man
nor a straight and simple woman, 
I am still an alien on four legs
trying to walk upright
and understand.