Why? They ask. They’re so different from the others What’s the difference? Gender is a social construct, What’s the difference between girls and boys? Why does there need to be such a means of separation? Why can’t we all just be human? They want to be normal They don’t know where they belong With the boys? No. With the girls? Maybe. But, really, they feel best When they’re with those who are neither. Not a boy nor a girl, Just a person They want to be seen as just a person Not a girl, a human being. Because really, what’s the difference?
A poem written in the third person about myself. I recently identified as agender and sometimes I prefer they/them pronouns, and other times I prefer she/her. Sorry I haven’t been on for a while! <3