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They say She says He says Some say “it“ but are do not mean well. You say “whatever“ And call yourself a bread A sandwich. You joke, you giggle. I make it real. Taking things serious, Taking things literal, Is a talent of mine. But the idea of identity It is a story of yours These pronouns Fresh like bread Wholesome like wheat Savory like heat They are just like you When nothing works When all feels wrong Sandwich will put a smile on you And you Might give a sandwich to sandwir A sandwich is sandwirs It is meant to be Sandwich Sandwir Sandwir Sandwirs And sandwichself The mania of grain and wheats Will never be gone
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
A Sandwich
They say She says He says Some say “it“ but are do not mean well. You say “whatever“ And call yourself a bread A sandwich. You joke, you giggle. I make it real. Taking things serious, Taking things literal, Is a talent of mine. But the idea of identity It is a story of yours These pronouns Fresh like bread Wholesome like wheat Savory like heat They are just like you When nothing works When all feels wrong Sandwich will put a smile on you And you Might give a sandwich to sandwir A sandwich is sandwirs It is meant to be Sandwich Sandwir Sandwir Sandwirs And sandwichself The mania of grain and wheats Will never be gone
just a joke poem between one of my partners and i, actually
#pronouns#nounself#neo#lgbtq#mogai#invalidation#dehumanisation#gender#identity
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KyleB
Gender Fluid
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
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