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 Apr 2015 Jet Harkness-Jones
Kali
From my soulmate
Who I'm most vulnerable around
The one I open up to most
Let it all out
Me
My
Hopes and
Dreams
Fears
Thoughts
Everything inside feels free to come out
From my love
My heart my life my soulmate
You are not a boy.
Words uttered before
Coming out more and more over time
And I catch
Like my breath
Laying my head on his chest
And I catch
My tongue
And stop
Those thoughts I've always
Thoughts I've always thought
Feelings
Thoughts
That took so ******* long to realize
That I wasn't ****** up
That I wasn't weird
That it's great to be me and
Great to be he or she
Great to be
Anything
I feel
Is me.
And I stop
From my soulmate
It is weird
It is wrong
It is not
Me
So I stop
I stop dressing as him
I stop remarks on myself
I stop
But sometimes
It slips
I can't catch
Myself
I can't catch my breath
I can't catch my thoughts
Because
I want to be everything
Everything he wants me to be
Everything and his soulmate
Because
My soulmate
Says I am not a boy
So I try to believe
And suppress
And
Be
Because I
Am not
A boy.
I've struggled with my gender identity for as long as I can remember. I've come to terms with being gender fluid over the past two years, which is the same as being a dynamic mix of both genders. My boyfriend used to portray an 'okay-ness' with it. But lately makes a point to stop me to make sure I know, I am not a boy.
"Look at my beautiful girl."

This title is thrown at me
and I find it hard to
breathe.
You label me a girl,
I know you know no better
but it still wounds me
deeply.

"Look at* her, she's so pretty!"

You should know better
than to call me this
pronoun.
I asked kindly that you
use different pronouns
but you throw these
pronouns at me in
a taunting manner.

"You were born a girl so you are one."

I was born a human with
female genitalia.
I do not classify as a
girl or a boy.
I classify more as me,
as an
agender.

Please don't yell or shout
or tell me I'm wrong
because then you're saying
you know me better than
I know myself and
that may be true
but I don't believe
it is so.
i am not an it.
i am not an object.
i have a pulse.
i have a beating heart.
i am made of stardust.
i am made up of skin and bones.
and you still call me an **it.

your mind can't grasp the idea that
i am a strong woman one day
and a strong male the next.
Hiding behind the walls I made,
I'm not like everyone else,
I hope this thing will just fade.

As I get older it only gets worse,
My momma calls me a princess,
And sometimes it makes me want to curse.

I look in the mirror,
And sometimes I can only stare back in horror.

I have extra parts and missing parts,
My hair is too girly,
My clothes hug the wrong parts.

I just want to scream,
And I don't want to be here.
I wish no one to be near.

But other times I look,
And I can't help but smile,
This has all been worth while.

I look at the wall I built,
And my whole body fills with guilt.
The face I plaster on is not always me
How could I let this be.

Slowly I will take it down
And live my life.
I will be a girl or a boy,
Or both or neither
If that's that day.
Not great at writing poetry. I would love for criticism so I can get better. This is about me being genderfluid and how it is for me. This may not be how another genderfluid might be.

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