Why Boy, Why Girl

I’ve never questioned why.

I’m comfortable
with who I am,
in this body,

with this mind.
But why?
Specific, individual

Maybe that’s why,

There’s no

way around it.

 

Is it a bull-s**t social

construct, just marketing?

Maybe that’s why
there’s these

umbrella terms.
Who could even tell?
Facebook makes it easy to change.

But how easy is it?
It’s a spiritual thing
they say.
“They” are taking US
to another place.
Do we
ever really know? Where
we’re going


Now,
a woman’s running
for president. Why
do we have to look at her
as the first? As a woman,
what difference
does it make?
I’ve never really questioned why,

until now. 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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