#genders - Hello Poetry

...is one that evolves to understand its own nature

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Oct 13, 2020

Oct 13, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC

maria-etre

Conversation With A *** Change...

...is one that evolves to understand its own nature

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I will not weep for you, you, who is no lover, you who, tears away at skin from a delicate pale cream to sweet chocolate brown, and yet, you rip and bleed, tear apart tender insides fragile tissue take a soul away so cruel, you slice them open force youself apon them and watch in glee as the person underneath you squirms in fear of what you are and what you are capable of. - - I will not weep for you, My tears are for the many Who cry because of you you, with your cruel teeth and claws. Yes. I will not weep for you..

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC

DrippingWatercolors

I will not weep

I will not weep for you, you, who is no lover, you who, tears away at skin from a delicate pale cream to sweet chocolate brown, and yet, you rip and bleed, tear apart tender insides fragile tissue take a soul away so cruel, you slice them open force youself apon them and watch in glee as the person underneath you squirms in fear of what you are and what you are capable of. - - I will not weep for you, My tears are for the many Who cry because of you you, with your cruel teeth and claws. Yes. I will not weep for you..

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Husband smiling down at his wife’s baby bump: He wonders if it will be a boy or a girl He wonders if it will be a man or a girl He wonders if it will be his son or a girl, A girl… a gender he disconnects from because they come with topics that people should keep away from If it’s a boy he can congratulate him when he brings home a girl But… if it’s a girl he’ll have to warn her about boys Boys will be boys and girls should beware. He wonders how he would cope if his little boy blue decided to wear pink How he would cope if his son, this man sat crying in his room and was too afraid to say. He looks down at his wife’s baby bump and wonders…

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC

CourtneyScheuble

Pink and Blue

Husband smiling down at his wife’s baby bump: He wonders if it will be a boy or a girl He wonders if it will be a man or a girl He wonders if it will be his son or a girl, A girl… a gender he disconnects from because they come with topics that people should keep away from If it’s a boy he can congratulate him when he brings home a girl But… if it’s a girl he’ll have to warn her about boys Boys will be boys and girls should beware. He wonders how he would cope if his little boy blue decided to wear pink How he would cope if his son, this man sat crying in his room and was too afraid to say. He looks down at his wife’s baby bump and wonders…

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There're lots of differences between the sexes, And pregnancy is one of them. The man can not get pregnant, And the woman can not fertilize herself. The woman is the one physically expecting, And the man is pregnant in his mind. Thinking and planning for his child's future.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC

Atul

Perspectives

There're lots of differences between the sexes, And pregnancy is one of them. The man can not get pregnant, And the woman can not fertilize herself. The woman is the one physically expecting, And the man is pregnant in his mind. Thinking and planning for his child's future.

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I used to be that happy little girl who danced trough the streets, smiled at everyone she met. Now I am that depressed boy who locks himself up in his room, never comming out, because people might notice his ***** Oh, the difference between this two. But both are part of me and my past. Who will I tomorrow be?

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Aug 26, 2015

Aug 26, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC

natasja-raven

The Change

I used to be that happy little girl who danced trough the streets, smiled at everyone she met. Now I am that depressed boy who locks himself up in his room, never comming out, because people might notice his ***** Oh, the difference between this two. But both are part of me and my past. Who will I tomorrow be?

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If you brush off what we say, We will rip your ears off with our words- Because our opinions matter. We can be just as intelligent, If not more so Than you are. But in your mind, Because we have vaginas, And you have a ***** The people whom with you share The same kind of genitals are oh so Much more creative than us. But we will nail it into your stubborn Skull, the fact that women matter. We can be intellectuals. We can be in galleries. We can do your ******* job- If we even want to in the first place. Our opinions are valid and relevant. We do not deserve to be brushed off As if we do not have minds of our own. We refuse to go through torture To ‘earn’ your respect. Respect that we do not even need To be able to succeed.

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC

zoe-r-codd

Private Parts

If you brush off what we say, We will rip your ears off with our words- Because our opinions matter. We can be just as intelligent, If not more so Than you are. But in your mind, Because we have vaginas, And you have a ***** The people whom with you share The same kind of genitals are oh so Much more creative than us. But we will nail it into your stubborn Skull, the fact that women matter. We can be intellectuals. We can be in galleries. We can do your ******* job- If we even want to in the first place. Our opinions are valid and relevant. We do not deserve to be brushed off As if we do not have minds of our own. We refuse to go through torture To ‘earn’ your respect. Respect that we do not even need To be able to succeed.

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So I hid it Took it like a written confession and swallowed it Decades of genders, females and males screaming, as I melted down the word on my tongue they had fought to keep, that they had killed for and won. As I joined a flock of sheep who wouldn't accept a goat Who didn't want to listen when I wrote down that I believed in the allegedly frown-worthy opinion that equality should exist. That it should be taught right from the yolk of existence. That it's regulation requires persistence. They told me that prejudice was a myth Ironic, they also told me I shouldn't exist Told me I was lesbian, like it was an insult, when I decided to stage a revolt and mark the popular girl in netball and win. self high five Oh dear, what a schoolgirl sin to perpetrate. I was taught to take hate by the masses who yelled that the classes of acceptance were unnecessary Popular girl: small correction, although I cannot say you personally give me a feminine ******** I'm bisexual, get it right. Also examine the fact that you thought I'd only fight because I wanted you. When in fact I both loathe and pity you, you do not understand your worth, and you don't give proper respect to the earth of your elders. Who have handed down shoulder to shoulder something different from the everyday pain. They've handed down the hope that their strivings were not vain, and one day this war will cease. The smoke of a pen, not a gun, calling peace. So, I am a feminist and I call for release.

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC

Lifesabeach

The 'F' Word

So I hid it Took it like a written confession and swallowed it Decades of genders, females and males screaming, as I melted down the word on my tongue they had fought to keep, that they had killed for and won. As I joined a flock of sheep who wouldn't accept a goat Who didn't want to listen when I wrote down that I believed in the allegedly frown-worthy opinion that equality should exist. That it should be taught right from the yolk of existence. That it's regulation requires persistence. They told me that prejudice was a myth Ironic, they also told me I shouldn't exist Told me I was lesbian, like it was an insult, when I decided to stage a revolt and mark the popular girl in netball and win. self high five Oh dear, what a schoolgirl sin to perpetrate. I was taught to take hate by the masses who yelled that the classes of acceptance were unnecessary Popular girl: small correction, although I cannot say you personally give me a feminine ******** I'm bisexual, get it right. Also examine the fact that you thought I'd only fight because I wanted you. When in fact I both loathe and pity you, you do not understand your worth, and you don't give proper respect to the earth of your elders. Who have handed down shoulder to shoulder something different from the everyday pain. They've handed down the hope that their strivings were not vain, and one day this war will cease. The smoke of a pen, not a gun, calling peace. So, I am a feminist and I call for release.

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