In Between Boxes

We are all placed in two boxes at birth  

Boy or girl? Is always the main question  

But there are many more genders on earth  

Sometimes we don’t fit into a binary pre-possession  


Sometimes those boxes just don’t work for us  

Gender isn’t stationary, it’s fluid  

Which bathroom do you use? Doesn’t get discussed  

Asking for my pronouns is alluded  


My only response is:

Why do we even have these boxes?


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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