I am not a woman
No, not a man either
No flesh so keep shush
Crossing borderlines
Of love and hate
Through letters
Perfectly distorted
By motion of emotions
Spilling ink through papers
I am born free to wander
My body is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Slipping through time
Yet keep sailing away
From oblivion*
-I am a poem.
Lately I have this strange feeling of not being a human anymore.
I feel like my biological composition is fleeing and what's left are pure emotions.
And it's actually good, I can be anywhere, be anyone, genderless but still has an identity..
-Equality and Freedom-