I wet the whistle first, then blow
(my algorithm will let you know—)
And then my bot will rob you blind
in the name of humankind.
Which means there exist no more than two genders;
both of them are Truth's defenders . . .
and Eric Ciaramella didn't **** himself.
Did someone mention Effrey Jepstein?
Let's make one thing clear
The future is not female
The future is
*** workers, it's
People of color it's
People with disabilities
THE FUTURE IS INTERSECTIONAL
Despite their protests
And transphobic comments
We went on the date we had planned
Not caring about their demands
Sure, I was nervous as hell
And I could tell she was as well
And maybe we didn't talk much
But none of that mattered when I met her touch
Our hands interlocked in a silent agreement
That no matter what they said, we would ignore their treatment
There were so many things I wanted to do or say
But all that will come on another day.
When I first sat at that table
A sort of aura filled the air, it was unstable
Even though I knew they wouldn't change their ways
My eyes still met your beautiful gaze.
Can he cry
Knowing the winds won’t stop
Feeling his heart pulse achingly
Listening to the sounds in the other stalls
There are others crying with him
He still can’t cry
Can he cry
Knowing the failures will stick like duck tape
Felling his snot paint his sleeves white
Hugging himself in his time of fright
He still won’t cry
Can he cry
Knowing this is one out of too many
Feeling the burden settle so heavily
Breathing in timing to the tapping on his knee
The tears won’t come out
He can’t cry
Knowing it’ll always be the same
Feeling the drain on his psyche
Listening to the silence in the other stalls
He’s still the only one
And the winds still won’t stop
And the clouds will pass by
I’m pretty sure I failed my math test lol
Why have you given me
My widening hips
Thighs growing like a mermaid's tail
A chest I love and hate
Why do you influence the opinions
Because I'm tired
I want to be more than the censored
Parts in the movies
I want to wear eyeliner sharp as steel
Rocking my oversized hoodie
Dress one day
Binder the next
Dear body, you think you control my identity
Spoiler alert: I do
A little girl
clutching a pillow close to her chest
favors both the little barbie dolls and the toy trucks
which confuses mommy
and disgusts the children around her.
In elementary school
a little girl wears pretty dresses some days
then boy clothes the next
after throwing a fit in the store
about not always wanting to wear dresses.
In middle school,
things in the world start to change.
Things happen that open up the little girl's eyes.
It still disgusts the children she's surrounded by
when she becomes he.
He goes through most of middle school
then finds this boy
and for once,
HE feels like SHE again.
High school starts,
She wants to be He still
She wants to be Him.
The world expands more
and in one brilliant moment
She becomes They.
And They becomes all three.
Figured I would kinda pulls together something about genderfluidity.
i am not an it.
i am not an object.
i have a pulse.
i have a beating heart.
i am made of stardust.
i am made up of skin and bones.
and you still call me an **it.
your mind can't grasp the idea that
i am a strong woman one day
and a strong male the next.