Just not enough...

I liked the place I reached this morning. It felt monkeys and it felt different from the cold formal buildings the other side.
And then I sat before two, one who just sensed I was trouble, the other that I was impossible.
The one before me just knew without me having to tell I just could not be woman enough for certain mundane ordinary ways of life.
I listen to what is expected of me.
Then in the second man's office I read a name in full at last on a board.
I realise where I am.
 I wonder if there was a pattern to it all. As if just before departure destiny wanted me to step in there.
I walk back a way that is not way enough just like the way am not woman enough.
I wish I were just better, I wish I found the thrill of those feminine swirls, twirls and frills.