SONGS


The Ballad of the Gender-Morph

I am a gender-morph, I live in a liminal space.

I am a gender-morph, I come from an ancient place:

Before the gender divide, before they made us decide.

They said you have to be a him or a her.

You can't be they or que or ze or quer or hir or per.

You have to decide, if you're big or you're small.

You can't be no gender at all.


But there was a time when we could play.

We could be with who we wanted to, in whatever way.

We could be who we wanted to be.

With no other labels apart from 'me'.

Until some people said, 'We want to take control.

We must have a boss, and we must have a goal.

We're taking power over the people and the land.

So we'll call them, 'woman' and we'll call us, 'man'.

And we'll tell them they can't, and we'll tell us we can!'


And some people said, 'I like this new game.'

Yes some people said, 'Now, as well as a name

I can have a gender, won't that be fun?'

But others said, 'Do I have to have one?

Why not two or three or four, like it was before?

And why can't I have no gender at all

Just like it used to be,

Just like it was meant to be,

Just like it was going to be,

Just like it is? You see

This is still how it is for me.'


And some of us who couldn't bear the gender divide.

Some of us who just couldn't decide.

We retreated into a liminal place,

We stepped sideways into a magical space,

Where the land held us and loved us all,

Didn't care if we were big or small,

Didn't care if we had no gender at all.


And I watched the people for thousands of years.

And I watched their pain, and I felt their tears.

Saw some of them searching for somewhere that something could grow.

Saw some of them searching for a way that they could say 'No!

That's not how it used to be.

That's not how it was meant to be.

That's not how its going to be.

That's not how it is. You see

That's not how it is for me.'


And for a long time, that's how it did stay.

Till people forgot it'd ever been any other way.

But in each generation and in every place on earth

Some of the old people came into birth:

Two-spirits, hijras, bull-dykes and queens,

Trangendereds, hermaphodites and all the in-betweens,

Berdaches and shamans, amazons and kings,

Shape-shifters, genderqueers and many other things.

Their bodies remembered the way it had been,

Their souls recognised me down by the stream

In the liminal light, in the twilight.

In the liminal light, in the twilight.


And now in each generation they come more and more,

Starting to remember the way it was before,

Finding each other and connecting to the land,

Telling each other that they now understand

How it used to be.

How it was meant to be.

How its going to be.

How it is. You see

This is how it is for me.


One day I looked out from my place by the stream

And I found others who shared the same dream,

Of a world that believes in an infinite choice,

Where all can morph gender, and where all can have a voice.


And where the liminal space is a place we all can play

And just as respected as the night and the day

And where all are honoured, whether big or small

And where we can have no gender at all.

And we sat by the fire, sharing our desires

And asking each other, as the flames grew higher:

'Is this how it used to be?

Is this how it was meant to be?

Is this how its going to be?

Is this how it is? You see

This is how it is for me.


This is how it is for me.

This is how it is for me.

This is how it is for me.

This is how it is for me.