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"enby" poems
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
Cis-story
I fell in love. they are so beautiful they are them enby is an exotic way to say handsome and amazing in every single way
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Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
My Love
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
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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The ramifications tear my guts apart, All our guts apart, This is our guts being pulled apart, for the children, The ramifications for the trans, for the enby, The ramifications for the women, for anyone. How many will die in just a week?
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Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 6:29 AM UTC
All Our Guts
Am I passing or am I fasting from the first time it’s just too long lasting not knowing where your soul lies is it in the sky can you grab it with your fists is it gentle is it your first time doing this I need some rubbing on my temples it’s a new angel from the times of bliss I’m slow but I do it better learn fast we’re different but let’s try another choking cherubs we steal it the water from Zion it started with eve ramblings laying on my dresser I don’t know what my soul speaks it’s ders please ders says ders got all the language to find the knowledge in your head but wake up you’re different in my dreams ders is flying open eyelids I don’t know why I try this therapeutic tumbles guts jumbled y’all too scared I’m scared we don’t like to talk about this **** weight lifts we let it out hair clips bald **** is it the alcohol after all the narcissism swimming ball from heads to toes blood content overflows the boat don’t go down that stream don’t let your mind think those things don’t fumble when your hearts already rumbling learn how to talk right manifest the good things to live by I’m ending all negative thinking by letting out my mind y’all should give it a try
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
In the end, enby
I am a Non Binary PUNK REBEL A person that's not afraid to wear a leather jacket that saids "Homophobia Is Gay' A PUNK who's also GOTH, EMO and a METALHEAD Who loves to write poetry about their mental health That is going to be an English teacher one day Who has their own poetry book out for the whole world to read
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Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 10:23 AM UTC
True Enby Soul Rebel