When asked who and what I am It's hard to give a **** I answer with Half woman half man But also Neither boy but an apology Neither girl but a memory Maybe both, but that's called false ideology Ask when it all began Then stop me before I even can-
Not a daughter but somehow that bothers you It's hard to walk in porcelain shoes Every step can mean something someone will break Stay in the binary that's your fate Laugh when I say I'm in between The words in between how the color gray can mean so much, Because it's not an issue of black or white How the love just might-
Falling for every human Not a color like red or blue Grow out of the phase maybe at the end it won't be true Given a name to make one easily identifiable Yet after, I found myself, not so easily identifiable We thought I'd just settle for cis hetro-normative *** and gender But instead I'm still caught in this hell ****** Return the parts I don't want to God, aka the original sender Scientific labels based on unseeable factors Play the gender roles, be a good actor
If it's a disease then please shoot me with the cure, to fix what has always left me so unsure
My body both a home and cage Bringing Such Joy and such rage Curves so superb to the audience eyes Yet come and cry when the scales numbers rise Try to fold up small go unnoticeable, then tear it to pieces become invisible
Wear a shirt that's too tight Wear a pants that are just right Wear a skirt or a dress Become a failure or a mess Wear a loose button up sudden success
Gender is career goals Gender is being dull Gender is falling apart, picking yourself up to make the art Gender is binary Gender is not binary Gender is clothes But also Gender is making yourself containable to those who do not care about you