Poems about gender

My life started when I was 12. I'd penned a poem about, trees, I felt ink flow through 
Imagine a tomorrow, far different from todayWhere love is the only King, and children jump and play.
I woke up this morning the same as I have every morning for the last 18 years of my life.I was not
I woke up this morning the same as I have every morning for the last 18 years of my life.I was not
First, I am going to start with what I am not. I am not my sex.
I am colorful. Like a palette of sephora eye shadows.
The female identity Is not to be confused With the male entity   On what they think What they say
    The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
Who Are You Who are you to tell me, A person of my own being, Who I can or cannot be?

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