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Oct 2019
the men are woman
and the woman are men
when you are born
the genitalia you have
doesn’t matter
or the way they dress you
or address you are sir
or madam
there is no more
pink or blue
it’s a different hue
a rainbow of colors
no dolls or trucks
or lacey dresses
patent leather shoes
no ballet classes
or boxing matches
can define you
you define you
no parent or teacher
no scathing nun
or preacher
nor employer
or lawyer
many births certificate
are wrong
you can grow out
of your ***
like you grow out
of clothes
the doctors thought
they could determine
the *** in-utero
but no more
you determine everything
even your origin
sandra wyllie
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