They tell you
That you can be anything
But if you try
They’ll stifle your dreams
If you want to be
The same or different gender than me
If you want to be in love with
Him or her
If you are a boy
Who wants to be a girl
Or a girl who wants to be
A boy
If you try
To beat the lie
To decide
Then you will find
It’s hard to change
With the changing times

She is a digital echo
Hollow hole
Binary string
Stuck in my memory
Pictures pasted on facebook
Tumblr and twitter
Technological footprint
In the internet sand
A ghost in the system
Server soft saved
Humanity lost that day
But she still exists

I am not a slave
To your different stages
Of human classification

I am not a pale Caucasian
In a white racist nation
Even though this is a very racist
Population

I am not gender specific
Just because I got a thick ****
I am not gay cause I like a chick flick
There are no chick flicks

I am not a perfect American
Not a patriotic idiotic citizen
Not ready to stand and salute the flag

I am not straight nor am I a ***
Not a denizen of the masculine
Or a queen of the feminine
My ****** urges do not define me
They do not confine me
To little square boxes

GROWING UP I NEVER REALLY REALIZED THAT I HAD DIFFERENT FEELING TOWARDS GIRLS THAN I DID GUYS
I THOUGHT THAT YOUR HEART RACING WAS NORMAL WHENEVER YOU SAW A BEAUTIFUL GIRL
I THOUGHT IT WAS NORMAL TO BLUSH IF MY HAND WAS ACCIDENTALLY BRUSHED BY THAT OF A  BEAUTIFUL GIRL
I REALIZED THAT WHEN I GREW UP THAT IT WAS UNUSUAL AND IF YOU FELT THAT WAY ABOUT THE SAME *** THAT YOU WERE DIFFERENT AND IN SOME CASES YOU'D BE SHAMED
I NEVER REALIZED UNTIL I GREW OLDER THAT YOU WERE SHAMED FOR WHAT GENDER MAKES YOUR HEART RACE AND YOUR CHEEKS BLUSH AND YOUR LEGS SHAKE AND ILL BE ****** TO BE ASHAMED OF WHO MAKES MY SKIN TINGLE BY THE LIGHTEST TOUCH OF THEIR FINGERTIPS

bright eyed, indian style
we sat and smiled, while
the world conquered our brains

my peers and I,
we grew up under the same light
learned about life
from one hand guiding us through time
the other, hard-wiring our mind

our secrets splashed, staining the walls
our footprints danced down the halls
and my friends found their rolls
but i never found mine
too busy self disecting
in hopes that I'd feel whole
but my brain believed  
that love between a man and woman was the only acceptable kind
i grew 15 years believing in my brain that this was true
until my heart insisted on a different view
feeling broken down to my core
i realized, brain or heart I had to choose
i had to end this civil war
not realizing my mind is what I'd loose

I'm a girl
But somedays
I'm a boy

you told me you didn’t love me
I was too much of a friend
it was
and I quote you: weird
but,
how is my love anything but pure?
is it wrong that I see oceans in your eyes
and stars in your smile?
you may find blood on my palms and
broken glass in my eyelashes
but all the same I still feel for you
all your life you have felt for this
and these
and what
and who
and when
but me
            me
                 me
nothing
            nothing
                       never!
           I respect your bones like they are my own
           I would hold you like the sky holds its breath before the storm
           I could tie strings in the separated parts of your skin
     but

it’s too weird
my everything is ultimately your nothing