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She

The words flash across my screen

in comments of facebook pictures

and news articles.

Why are you still calling HER a he?

How do you think that makes most of us feel?

The fear and uncomfortableness,

like a pink elephant in the room that no one seems to notice

lingers in most of our minds.

Gender has nothing to with

what's between your legs or

how you were born;

but rather, it sits in your mind

dragging along all your insecurities:

you don't even feel safe in your own body.

I am not a person of gender

rather, I'm a blank slate.

To think

her coming out is a publicity stunt

is quite alarming

I have to wonder:

when did that door in your mind close?

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Written by
aiko-oller
American
Published
Jun 4, 2015
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21·126
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wow this is rusty, haven't written in a LONG time

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