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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
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May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
Before Anything Else :
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
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27/F/Ibadan
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
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