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Feb 14
You tell me I'm one thing,
But really you're just afraid that I'm something
Undefinable.
You believe everyone is one or the other,
But whats the beauty in that?
Maybe one day I'm
'They'
The next I'm
'She'
Then the day after I'm
'He'
Don't suppress me for being
Everything.
Nothing.
And
Me.
I am undefinable
Yemaya Azania-Merchant
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Yemaya Azania-Merchant  15/Genderqueer
(15/Genderqueer)   
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