Poems about gender

I am colorful. Like a palette of sephora eye shadows.
    The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
The female identity Is not to be confused With the male entity   On what they think What they say
Who Are You Who are you to tell me, A person of my own being, Who I can or cannot be?
When I'm told I could change anything
What would I change? I would change the frowns Change the hidden smiles
There is a flaw in Society's Status Quo, One that only women suffer from, One that men pretend not to know,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
I would make everyone see that We're all human. We're all the same.