#non-binary
Gal?
Pal?
Wait, what now?
How?
Bound to get some questions from this, some hate; a backlash. The funny side of this is my middle name can basically be a backslash.
Some will say I don't have to mention.
Others will say I'm doing it for attention.
I'm doing it because I don't know.
I'm putting my confusion fully on show.
Whoohoo! Yippie! Let's go!
I don't have to be shy.
So what? Sometimes, I feel pretty much, like a guy
Perhaps, the majority will stigmatise.
For you see, my gender does not fit into a pretty little box, at least not in society’s eyes
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
How can restriction be so freeing?
Constricted in nylon compression
Freedom in mind
Shallow breaths
But filled with smiles
With a skip in my step
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
i,
I
am real
my gender is real
my sexuality is real
despite everything and everyone telling me that they're not —
I am real as ****
Maybe that's why you're confused by me.
Maybe it's because you're used to a resolution that's less than 8-bit.
Maybe it's because you're used to a pixelated existence.
Maybe it's because all that you can compute
are 0s and 1s.
***** and *****
lips and *****
Maybe that's why you're afraid of me.
Because you're afraid of what you're going to see in high resolution.
Because you're afraid to see exactly what you've been missing out on.
Becuase I'm not coded in binary, hexadecimal, Base32 or 64,
but Base∞
and I code myself in a language
that I am constantly learning
and creating simultaneously,
let's have an interesting conversation
...supurfluous, unnecessary, confusing...
words spoken by the able, the unwilling
to take a closer look at my pupils —
dilating in high definition.
In fact, the definition is so high
that you'll have climb from my genitals
all the way up into my heart to see me for who I am.
Yes, I realize that binary is necessary for the basis of computation.
But we're past that now.
We don't only have ifs and thens.
We've got ands, ors, buts, maybes, sometimes, always, and nevers.
We've got infinities.
We've got forevers.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Dear people,
I wanted to create a group chat with people from the LGBTQ+ community on Hello Poetry,
A place where we can share our problems, seek advice, give tips and talk.
A chat where people can find support and people who they can identify with.
The group is open to join, I used the application called Kik.
The name of the group is: HelloPoetryLGBTQ+
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
That we are no boys nor girls.
Neither male or female.
Don't fit in the system.
That we are non-binary.
Doesn't make us any less real.
We are just genderqueer.
Don't forget about us.
We excist.
We are just non-binary.
Genderqueer.
Gender fluid.
Agender.
Transgender.
Multigender.
Genderbi.
We are still humans.
We just have a non-binary gender.
That is all.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
It is all in my mind.
I know you don't feel the same things as I.
But does that make it any less real?
Does it make me insane?
Oh and by the way, you my call me Nathan today.
That you don't understand me or my thoughts, the way my mind works.
Is that reason enough to call me insane?
Because yesterday I was a girl and today a boy?
Is not fitting in the binary system reason enough to tell me that I am crazy, wierd, insane?
That you don't understand, don't feel the same should not mean that you can judge me. Can't it?
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
don't treat them like they're rocks:
they can stand strong, but they need support too.
don't treat them like that forgotten garbage bag near your backyard:
they do not reek, and they are beautiful, indisposable.
NO! don't treat them like fragile flowers either, but rather:
treat them like humans who have been hurt, who dislike pain as much as the next person, and who need and want respect.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
What is between your thighs? Empty stares hidden behind masks of confused faces, those who are brave enough to speak out.
Wavering hesitation in the questioning of names, locations, attractional appeal.
Do I even seem real?
Does my body "pass" the notion binaries with lingering questions of male? Female?
Of course, but who am I to decide the way I should live my life, or how I've "become" when I've shedded the skin of someone I once was.
I am nothing, if not a charade.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
Why search for an identity?
You can live without one, right?
False.
Living is not synonymous with time moving forward while you
haven’t moved a single muscle.
Time runs even if you have no identity
but life? It can’t start until you’ve found one.
On a day when everyone puts their identities on display
I am left out of the exhibit
“Sorry,” says the museum, “but I only want art that has meaning.”
and I suppose that’s fair…
Yet as fair as it may be, I still want to be a part of the museum
I want to be able to present myself proudly with the other brilliant
works of art
Tick. Tick. Tick.
When Time passes by the museum my heart skips a beat
because one day he could decide to shut the establishment down
before I’ve had my chance.
On a spectrum commonly interpreted as binary
where will I fall?
Am I plummeting towards my identity or my death?
An army of questions are ready to fight
and the little clue I have stands no chance.
so I pull him back and I keep him close
and acquaint him with good ol’ mr. Time.
It’s fine that I’m frozen
Now that I know
that patient time
is helping my little clue grow!
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC