#enby - Hello Poetry

Thanks, you said For being an ally You meant well But I felt invisible My marriage status Plain, vanilla clothes And natural appearance Fueled your assumptions This Pride month Must I don rainbows Or shave my head To gain acceptance? When will diversity Be so universal That I can truly be myself Without being mislabeled?

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Jun 8, 2022

Jun 8, 2022 at 1:06 PM UTC

lostinjapan

Invisible Pride

Thanks, you said For being an ally You meant well But I felt invisible My marriage status Plain, vanilla clothes And natural appearance Fueled your assumptions This Pride month Must I don rainbows Or shave my head To gain acceptance? When will diversity Be so universal That I can truly be myself Without being mislabeled?

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Will I always be the sidenote In someone else's story The enby kid pushed to the edges Away from the glory Will I always be a supporting role In every tale that's told Or will I ever get to be the one With greater representation shown

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Feb 21, 2022

Feb 21, 2022 at 2:29 PM UTC

arlen-1

Cis-story

Will I always be the sidenote In someone else's story The enby kid pushed to the edges Away from the glory Will I always be a supporting role In every tale that's told Or will I ever get to be the one With greater representation shown

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Everyone's born like an egg, Unbroken, whole. We spend our lives trying to break from the shell, To free ourselves, to become us. Some peoples shells are pink, And they come out that way, And others come out blue or purple or... empty, colourless, neither pink or blue, or grey or any hue. That's me...I left my safe little shell, I left my pink home, Expecting to stay me, and I became beutiful, Colourless and colourful, A kalaedoscope of beauty and pain and sadness, and love.

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May 25, 2021

May 25, 2021 at 3:35 AM UTC

Im_gay-w3eb

Egg

Everyone's born like an egg, Unbroken, whole. We spend our lives trying to break from the shell, To free ourselves, to become us. Some peoples shells are pink, And they come out that way, And others come out blue or purple or... empty, colourless, neither pink or blue, or grey or any hue. That's me...I left my safe little shell, I left my pink home, Expecting to stay me, and I became beutiful, Colourless and colourful, A kalaedoscope of beauty and pain and sadness, and love.

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What I thought would be easy Turned out to be a trial. I lay curled up feeling queasy. Frustration, anger. A strong stance. Is it denial in their faces? Am I to give another chance? But as I gaze into your eyes Those soft, warm orbs bring light, A fresh breath. I realise. I shall conform no more That young girl is gone, This will not be like before. Dead is the binary The girl in the mirror, gone. Now I see myself. Finally. Societal chains bear me down Some days I give in. Allow myself to drown In your norms Your dead ways. This strange form Will never fit in, I quickly realise No matter the colour of skin. Yet I gaze in the mirror, I see myself, finally. The world looks clearer.

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Dec 24, 2020

Dec 24, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC

hiddenmessages

Finally

What I thought would be easy Turned out to be a trial. I lay curled up feeling queasy. Frustration, anger. A strong stance. Is it denial in their faces? Am I to give another chance? But as I gaze into your eyes Those soft, warm orbs bring light, A fresh breath. I realise. I shall conform no more That young girl is gone, This will not be like before. Dead is the binary The girl in the mirror, gone. Now I see myself. Finally. Societal chains bear me down Some days I give in. Allow myself to drown In your norms Your dead ways. This strange form Will never fit in, I quickly realise No matter the colour of skin. Yet I gaze in the mirror, I see myself, finally. The world looks clearer.

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one that is not my own one a skin I no longer fit one all my own but older one new and fresh faced one that no one ever knows a list so long I could never find me a list of them extending beyond all

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Sep 14, 2020

Sep 14, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC

williamisaghost

names

one that is not my own one a skin I no longer fit one all my own but older one new and fresh faced one that no one ever knows a list so long I could never find me a list of them extending beyond all

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***** and Quims should be worshiped. For whichever you have, dictates how the rest of your life shall be. To those who biologically have both, how like gods you seem to me. To those who spiritually have both, what cursed and barren, in-between lands stock we.

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May 10, 2020

May 10, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC

FoxyLass

Of ***** and Quims

***** and Quims should be worshiped. For whichever you have, dictates how the rest of your life shall be. To those who biologically have both, how like gods you seem to me. To those who spiritually have both, what cursed and barren, in-between lands stock we.

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It’s hard to breathe when I see A body that doesn’t belong to me It’s hard to rid water drops When I ponder when will it ever stop Cascading brown hair of mine Dreamed to cut it for a couple of dimes My lilted feminine voice Reminds me I am a girl with no choice Who is that in front of me? An imposter, a demon, could it be? My soul breaks into a weep Until, there stood somebody just like me Hair silky, smooth, white like snow His porcelain complexion barely glows Peach pouty and heart shaped lips Eyes are deep black caves, like a mystic maze Earbuds glued into his ears Face of dopiness or could it be fear? Slender, short legs carry him When he passes by I stupidly grin When will I see him again? Forget it, he’s likely graduating Dejection bounced in my mind Where I’m from, my kind of love was a crime Two and a half years passed by I’m in the big school and no longer shy Walked the great halls with belief Until, there stood somebody just like me He did change and so has I I cut my hair, but he’s got the same eyes Tousled rough black hair, shaved sides Much less heavy, which came by a surprise Our eyes locked like magnets Studied his lips, my gaze hard as granite His shoulder brushed against mine Stomach tingles and my heart intertwines Staring at him paralyzed I cannot look away, I don’t know why He looks like someone I know Someone I knew back a while ago Is it wrong if I pursue? Do you think it’s weird that I follow you? Hopeless like a winter tree Until, there stood somebody just like me Once it’s over I’ll feel blue When you graduate I won’t forget you Hope you’ll remember me too It’s nice to have someone to relate to

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Dec 22, 2019

Dec 22, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC

Koi

Someone Like Me

It’s hard to breathe when I see A body that doesn’t belong to me It’s hard to rid water drops When I ponder when will it ever stop Cascading brown hair of mine Dreamed to cut it for a couple of dimes My lilted feminine voice Reminds me I am a girl with no choice Who is that in front of me? An imposter, a demon, could it be? My soul breaks into a weep Until, there stood somebody just like me Hair silky, smooth, white like snow His porcelain complexion barely glows Peach pouty and heart shaped lips Eyes are deep black caves, like a mystic maze Earbuds glued into his ears Face of dopiness or could it be fear? Slender, short legs carry him When he passes by I stupidly grin When will I see him again? Forget it, he’s likely graduating Dejection bounced in my mind Where I’m from, my kind of love was a crime Two and a half years passed by I’m in the big school and no longer shy Walked the great halls with belief Until, there stood somebody just like me He did change and so has I I cut my hair, but he’s got the same eyes Tousled rough black hair, shaved sides Much less heavy, which came by a surprise Our eyes locked like magnets Studied his lips, my gaze hard as granite His shoulder brushed against mine Stomach tingles and my heart intertwines Staring at him paralyzed I cannot look away, I don’t know why He looks like someone I know Someone I knew back a while ago Is it wrong if I pursue? Do you think it’s weird that I follow you? Hopeless like a winter tree Until, there stood somebody just like me Once it’s over I’ll feel blue When you graduate I won’t forget you Hope you’ll remember me too It’s nice to have someone to relate to

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I steal love with the part of my lips, the fall of my chin, the reverence in my temples, // so I scoff with my unblessed prayer, my impossible keeper, my wretched skin, my faultless pleasure, // and grace swoons, puts me back in my place, mutters sin in my mouth, tightens grip in my hips, stokes flame in my skin, // threads pain inside, weaves mind inside, names fear inside, makes more inside, // and I am unfeeling of pardon, unwanting of heaven, ungoverned by god, not bothered, on purpose, not waiting on mercy, // and I stand with the evil, the blind, the kind, the pained and the stained, and steal love with them, because // we are unneeded by hell.

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Dec 10, 2019

Dec 10, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC

Hozue

we are love-stealers.

I steal love with the part of my lips, the fall of my chin, the reverence in my temples, // so I scoff with my unblessed prayer, my impossible keeper, my wretched skin, my faultless pleasure, // and grace swoons, puts me back in my place, mutters sin in my mouth, tightens grip in my hips, stokes flame in my skin, // threads pain inside, weaves mind inside, names fear inside, makes more inside, // and I am unfeeling of pardon, unwanting of heaven, ungoverned by god, not bothered, on purpose, not waiting on mercy, // and I stand with the evil, the blind, the kind, the pained and the stained, and steal love with them, because // we are unneeded by hell.

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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.

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Aug 26, 2019

Aug 26, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC

SunnyKimball

first date

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.

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I am a woman. Or so I'm told. But how can I be a woman, When the me in the mirror Doesn't match the me in my head, Because I just can't comprehend Seeing **** When I want to peel my skin off Because it itches at the seams, Of the stitched in expectations Of my *** When the people all around me Laugh and say “it's natural” When I dare to express my discomfort, And it seems I'm the only one Who struggles with the day to day Of existing as a “miss”, And my name doesn't fit unless it's shortened? So I strap down my chest So you can't see it. But still my face screams woman, And my voice And my hips And that ever ****** Mother ******* “MISS”. I know my **** are still there, Their discomfort physical now, Not just a mental ache. And every month I bleed, And it's like my body's betraying me. But the whole world says that's just the way it is. I'm tired of the way it is. I'm tired of your boxes. I climb out of one To be kicked into another, Not a woman, fine. So I must want to be a man? I must want to join the ranks Of the people that have disgusted me, Debased me And repulsed me? Of the people making sport Of the gender I have lived with? No. No. I won't live with a gender, With your ******* expectations, Or your games Or your stupid little boxes. Pink, Or blue? I LIKE ******* BOTH. I want hairy legs, But not a hairy chest. I don't want **** But I don't want a ***** either. I want long hair, Without assumptions I'm a girl. I want to exist outside society. It's broken.

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Jul 28, 2018

Jul 28, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC

ManiacoRisa

Enby Fury

I am a woman. Or so I'm told. But how can I be a woman, When the me in the mirror Doesn't match the me in my head, Because I just can't comprehend Seeing **** When I want to peel my skin off Because it itches at the seams, Of the stitched in expectations Of my *** When the people all around me Laugh and say “it's natural” When I dare to express my discomfort, And it seems I'm the only one Who struggles with the day to day Of existing as a “miss”, And my name doesn't fit unless it's shortened? So I strap down my chest So you can't see it. But still my face screams woman, And my voice And my hips And that ever ****** Mother ******* “MISS”. I know my **** are still there, Their discomfort physical now, Not just a mental ache. And every month I bleed, And it's like my body's betraying me. But the whole world says that's just the way it is. I'm tired of the way it is. I'm tired of your boxes. I climb out of one To be kicked into another, Not a woman, fine. So I must want to be a man? I must want to join the ranks Of the people that have disgusted me, Debased me And repulsed me? Of the people making sport Of the gender I have lived with? No. No. I won't live with a gender, With your ******* expectations, Or your games Or your stupid little boxes. Pink, Or blue? I LIKE ******* BOTH. I want hairy legs, But not a hairy chest. I don't want **** But I don't want a ***** either. I want long hair, Without assumptions I'm a girl. I want to exist outside society. It's broken.

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