Poems about gender

 I am a woman, There is nothing to be ashamed of. I bleed once a month, sometimes twice
Who dares to fight against the oppresion of ourselves? I dare to
Why
You are my brother Not by blood, marriage, sex, or gender But by love and unfortunate anguish
  They have always asked us a question Judged us like a book cover And they expect us to answer  
I concur. If it's against my religion, it should be illegal. And while we're passing laws,
America. Land of the free.
Where could I get sympathy? For my nationality? For my Race? My Hair color? Eye Color? My religion?
The country rolls on to its Republic Day, Its youth feels the pinch, the pain, Screams, cries, shouts and the anger,

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