Two X Chromosomes
I remember
The middle of November
Back in seventh grade
In biology
We were taught to see
How each of us was made
A bird and a bee
One plus one equals three
Produced what I am today
But what got me the most
So fully engrossed
Were the chromosomes that met halfway
Two X chromosomes
Built into my bones
Made me a pretty young thing
All this to make me unique
And that’s who I am so to speak
Combination and coordination just in time for spring
This poem is about:
Me
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