Before I was anything,
I was a being,
flesh and blood,
water and breath,
heartbeat and pulse,
running through these veins.

When you look at me,
you see a being.
Eyes.
*******.
A figure carved by life itself.

Before your mouth can form a question,
your eyes already answer:
I am here.
I am real.
I am undeniable.

So why,
why box me into your small idea of me?
Why cut and paste pieces of me
to fit the puzzle you made
without asking me?

I told you who I am.
I have always been this.
I am a woman.
I identify as such.
I am woman,
I am every woman,
not the one you invent,
but the one I breathe.

You want to name me,
stud, butch, ****, masc,
but listen close:
I already have a name.
Woman.
And I wear every **** piece of her.

I’m masculine.
I’m feminine.
I’m everything in between.
I am the both,
the neither,
the everything more.

Don’t expect performances.
Don’t wait for proof.
I owe you nothing,
except this:
my existence.

When you see me,
acknowledge me.
Simple as that.

I am human first.
A woman later.
A living, breathing, bleeding being.
A being first.
Always a being first.
#Marixbell

There are people who smell like they wear perfume,
Not lavender, not musk

But sometimes,
they smell like comfort and happiness.
Like sweat mixed with butter,
like baby cheese.

And those who have it all
they smell like life.
Beautiful.

And this smell,
doesn't wait for me to sit still.
I catch it when they pass by,
I catch it when they say hello.
#Marixbell
#perfume

She said, "Are you tall?"
And I said, "No, I'm average."
She looked disappointed.
I smiled and added,
"But I’ve got long fingers,
in case that helps."
She giggled,
and hid her face.
#Marixbell

Before I was anything,
I was a being,
flesh and blood,
water and breath,
heartbeat and pulse,
running through these veins.

When you look at me,
you see a being.
Eyes.
*******.
A figure carved by life itself.

Before your mouth can form a question,
your eyes already answer:
I am here.
I am real.
I am undeniable.

So why,
why box me into your small idea of me?
Why cut and paste pieces of me
to fit the puzzle you made
without asking me?

I told you who I am.
I have always been this.
I am a woman.
I identify as such.
I am woman,
I am every woman,
not the one you invent,
but the one I breathe.

You want to name me,
stud, butch, ****, masc,
but listen close:
I already have a name.
Woman.
And I wear every **** piece of her.

I’m masculine.
I’m feminine.
I’m everything in between.
I am the both,
the neither,
the everything more.

Don’t expect performances.
Don’t wait for proof.
I owe you nothing,
except this:
my existence.

When you see me,
acknowledge me.
Simple as that.

I am human first.
A woman later.
A living, breathing, bleeding being.
A being first.
Always a being first.
#Marixbell

If you need a friend, don't call me,
I'm awkward around people, I know and don't, you see.
I'm anti-social by choice, not by fate,
Flat broke, but I'll play indoor games to participate.

When you're sad and heartbroken, my presence might worsen the pain,
"Do you want some juice?" is all I can offer, feeling helpless and vain.
I'm bad at this, I confess.
You already knew that.

If you need a companion, forget me, please,
Don't message or call; I'm not the one to ease.
I'm in my mother's village, but my lazy body's stuck to the sofa,
Scrolling through my phone, wasting time instead, more bliss than repeated heartbreaks.

If you need a lover, go to the bar,
Ignore Ed Sheeran; he doesn't know who you are.
I'm a bad lover; I mess things up, it's true,
But if you need a stoner, I'm just one call away, boo.

Don't worry 'bout food; I got you covered,
I'm a chef when I'm buzzed.
I'm a lover when I'm ******, and a friend when I'm high, uncovered.
I'm a *** warrior on my third joint, they say,
But I can never be your companion; I'm just a stoner, okay?
Not a ******.

I'll steal your cat at night, and your ****, too,
And don't forget those brownies; they taste better with fruit juice, give it a try.
True be told, I hate your third leg,
I prefer them flat.
Are you familiar with scissors?
I don't think so, what a disappointment.
#Marixbell
#poetrycommunity
#poetry

Sometimes I wish my mind could be still,
Peaceful as a sleeping Koala's will,
Social as a clownfish, happy as Quokkas.

My mind is like a boat on a disturbed sea,
Tossed by storms, side by side, forceful winds.
When I'm happy, I'm unstable.
When I'm sad, worries drive in – a roller coaster.

In every mood, my mind races like sport cars,
Unbeatable competition.
I watch my sanity turn into icebergs,
Freezing, frozen, no room for reasoning.

The more I struggle to control this restless mind,
The worse everything becomes.
How do you control something unseen?
How do you master what masters you?

A force unto itself, wild and free.
When ignored, sharp pain pierces me.
Loneliness hosts my body.
This mind of mine, a stranger to me,
Feeds on my insanity – a parasite,
Operating without consent.

This mind, a paradox of chaos and turbulent nature, stranger to my soul,
Enemy of my being.
A burden I carry alone,
A weight suppressing me every hours of the clock, tick-tock

#Marixbell
#poetrycommunity
#poemoftheday

Before you speak, take a seat.

I embody masculine charm,
But harbor a feminine soul.

On bed, I'm submissive and dominant

I can surrender, I can command.
My desire adapts to yours.

Versatile, I flow between roles,
***** passion, tender devotion.

Missionary's gentle embrace,
Or wild explorations, I'm yours.

#Marixbell