Rainbow gender

Gay !
Were there always question marks
Clothes with inches upon the label tags
Or the flattery of, would I fit into that
A trouser leg that is not cut to fit to hang
 Wardrobe space that smells of underarm
Be one of the boys and still hold your Teddy close
Those colours bushed identity
How slowly they appear
And judgments frown
 Hydrogen leaked from that balloon
It seeps the will
But in the air still feel the pull
The manacure and painted nail
Give no quarter on the social scale
The right to be
Paint yourself with that philosophy
The rainbows end
A just to transgend