What is it, how can we tell?
Are we forced into it, a cell?
A trapped enclosure, a set of ways
Dedicated to telling one how to be.
Not inherently bad,
But dangerous,
When we talk about
Dreaded gender.
Keep your codes for morals
Let me wear my skirt.
My dressed all lay dusty
Because I was afraid I would be
Looked at
As lesser.
No longer,
For I am truly,
Not akin to a single
Form of gender.
The one true way
That of self-realization
Comes from the acknowledgement
That I am me
Male, female, none, both.
I am Bede.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
What is it, how can we tell?
Are we forced into it, a cell?
A trapped enclosure, a set of ways
Dedicated to telling one how to be.
Not inherently bad,
But dangerous,
When we talk about
Dreaded gender.
Keep your codes for morals
Let me wear my skirt.
My dressed all lay dusty
Because I was afraid I would be
Looked at
As lesser.
No longer,
For I am truly,
Not akin to a single
Form of gender.
The one true way
That of self-realization
Comes from the acknowledgement
That I am me
Male, female, none, both.
I am Bede.
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