gender
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Societies that value women and men are safer and healthier
Before that "What is gender equality?"
Gender equality is achieved when all genders enjoy the same
rights and opportunities accross sector of society
Paths strides in curves
Time tours in curls
God birthed Paths and Time
God is infinitely feminine.
Dear Kid, Wow man, hey, you missed a lot. You laughed with your friends when you never
got caught.
You know now your older, and all the things they said, were all just stupid lies that
they used to fill your head.
Dear Kid, Wow man, hey, you missed a lot. You laughed with your friends when you never
got caught.
You know now your older, and all the things they said, were all just stupid lies that
they used to fill your head.
You ask me why,
But it is so hard to answer.
Because even I don't know.
How to form the words,
How to describe my thoughts,
How to describe my feelings.
I am not fluent.
My mind cannot be translated.
A pretty pink caterpillar plays her part perfectly
She knows what’s expected of her
Though sometimes she wonders…
What if she doesn’t want to be pretty and pink?
There was a child
Who always smiled.
But his life was becoming wild
He had hundreds of questions piled,
In his struggling mind.
He was 'Polly'for all,
But he found joy on being called 'Paul. '
Everybody is equal
No one is differnent
Due to color or race
We treat people equal
Love is Love
We smile when we see it
We all love, it is a guarantee
But it is up to you to believe
A girl half alive half dead
She never really was alive
But I have always loved her
Her soft and gentle hands that I adore in all who touch mine
Their are some fish that can change their gender
Imagine if humans could do the same
Depending on population, or depending on our feelings.
I was very very very broken
Nothing but sharp objects and dark places; gone boy
The fog was so thick around me
All i could see was one shining light
Sometimes i like to get high on beaches at night time
I like to inhale the chemicals
And exhale my fears
I like the feeling of the sand
Cool and soft and silky
it’s easy to be lonely
in the lights of this city
wondering why you can never look me in the eyes
when you tell me that im pretty
i am sorry i let you
stain your hands
in my dark places
i am sorry i watched you
ignore the orange signs
“danger ahead”
i took my life in my own hands
and i decided to resuscitate myself
i folded my hand over the other
and beat down on my chest
i forced air into my lungs
i see you in fucking santa clarita.
fucking that bitch
that will never fucking love you
that will never treat you like me-
that will never protect you,
full disclosure
i think about you more often
then i would like to
i think about you when i see little things
certain flowers remind me of your smile
you have a million suitors
anyone who meets you
becomes entranced by your beauty
the better men try to look a little deeper
i want to write about happy things
so i find myself thinking of your lips
i find myself hoping that tonight
i’ll finally get to kiss you-
at least in my dreams
no matter how much bleach i use
the blood stains won’t go away
i’m scrubbing and scrubbing the floorboards
the wood turned cherry
they tell me “you don’t want to die”
after i tell them how badly
i want to die
no, i do want to die
i want to sleep myself
i’m all alone in this glass house
Swallowing jack under a pink sky
there’s blood on the driveway
keeping a knife in the pocket of my jeans
i’m all alone in this glass house
Swallowing jack under a pink sky
there’s blood on the driveway
keeping a knife in the pocket of my jeans
Love is all in vain
The vulnerability
Romanticized
There is nothing romantic about this pain
There is nothing i love about hurting
When you look at me
What do you see?
Should I be in a tree
Or playing with Barbies?
Racing the boys
Jumping rope with the girls?
Can't I just get sick
In a tilt-a-whirl?
Why must I choose
the ice learned that she did not have to be rigid like the earth she clung to.
laughing,
calling out for themself,
they reached out,
let the sun in,
My gender is a writhing thing in the corner
I poke it with a stick every so often to see how it will move.
My sex is a warm pink alien I cup in my hand
I grew up in a suburb
I grew up in a suburb full of white people
I went to school with only a hand-full of minority students
Maybe marrying a man might help
Men make me merry...
Might make me malicious or murder me,
But men might make me moneyed
My G-d Molly men aren’t monsters
The blunt truth is, for most of us, it fits
A social construct is all the natter
Meaning it’s definition changes and shifts
However, it is not all that matters
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
Comin' up in this confusing world
You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl
You told me not to tell your parents
But could your haircut make it any more apparent?
Somebody help me get through this
This is a confession, handcuffed, miranda righted confession
I killed a girl.
I killed a girl and I liked it but-
I hate to say that she never existed.
shadows fading swirling pulling tugging
taking me into a world that ill never control
"it's dangerous" they whisper
what living?
is it dangerous because I'm different
it’s not about being sensitive
it’s not about being a social justice warrior
it’s not about being PC
and no i’m not triggered
it’s about feeling safe
it’s about feeling comfortable
this life
it’s jovial, isn’t it ?
sprouted with his anger, his disbelief, his lack of acceptance
but her
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
The Older Boys
I had always felt younger
than all the other boys.
My pretty pink Strawberry Shortcake bicycle, and
long dirty blonde hair.
I don't care if your here I dont care if you're not
I don't care if your a woman I don't care if you're a man
I don't care if you're young I don't care if you're old
To the person in my aisle picking up the box of mini wheats, I know. To the person in my aisle who my mom had to look at twice to see if they were a boy or girl,I understand. To the person in my aisle who people won’t stop whispering about,don’
water wraps around my legs
sticky with salt
and bone numbing wisdom
my fingertips stroke murky clouds
billowing across
the sea’s glass
Hush!
See that glowing of the river-nymph, skin
lit with the sun’s admiration? Trust the slow
glide of the wind’s tresses to lead her back
to home. She dances with a flame that sears
I am the boy who wakes up every morning,
Only to see the girl in the mirror mocking him.
Her round face.
Her curves.
Her breasts.
All knives thrown at me,
Trying to break my bones.
I want to find the words
The words to explain
explain how I feel
as a kid today
You try to listen
To those who want witchery dead,
Tread carefully,
You could find me in your bed.
When you're drunk on cheap tequila potions,
And I'm lonelier than sin,
I'll play up the magic
To the You from that night:
I hope that you know.
Did you consider the torment,
that trickled broken onto the sheets?
Or that my silence was
I
He tells me He knows me better than I know myself.
and maybe the glare from empty beer bottles can predict the future. And if He knows me better than I know myself, then maybe it’s good i don’t call.
Adjusting the disgusting bra on my chest,
I flip ratty, old dress over my head.
Glancing in the mirror, I feel so wrong.
Dear Childhood,
I wish I had gotten to know you better How long ago was it that I left? It was certainly early
My collorbones like handles poking through my skin
The rungs of a ladder to pull me out and set me free
And when I pull to climb out of this wretched body
I feel instead myself crumble and fold within
Whether it be an entrepenuer or street vendor,
It's up to you to decide your gender,
But to the people around you,
It's not so easy,
Sometimes you're clueless, it's true,
And the stress makes you queasy.
Hi, my name is Kai and I am gender-fluid.
Well, that's not what my birth certificate says
But it's who I am nowadays.
I enjoy living in my own fantasies.
A place in my mind where I can be anything.
I am trapped in the closet,
Such a scary place,
With monsters around me,
About to bite my face.
I hold on for dear life,
Day after day,
Waiting, just waiting,
Will I fade away?
Dear my dysphoria,
You may seem invisible to the rest of the world, but I see you.
You’re always there in the corner of my mind.
On good days, you stick to yourself, just staring me down.
Everytime I see the doctor,
I pretend to be who they want me to,
Or who they think I am.
For I know if I tell them,
They'd invalidate me instead:
"You are female."
"Forget about it."
Am I not human,
For having the courage,
To stand up,
And embrace who I am?
I am no different from you,
We eat the same food,
Breath the same air,
Is it just because I wear a binder,
a woman so full in her figure and bright her mind is the most beautiful presence on this celestial rock
(her curves so soft) my hands stroking her thighs and gripping her waist she (moans)
You are my rock.
When I need you, you're always there.
You are like a blanket from my childhood.
When I need your comfort you are there to wrap around me.
You are like the ocean.
Dear motherland
When can I come home?
I sleep
On a bed
A hundred wars
Away from you.
The air is cold
Everyday girls stand on the scales, and cry.
They look in the mirror and cry.
They look at themselves, see themselves as fat
when they are fading away to skin and bone.
We do not have to plead our case For he took our place Tracing back-to Genesis When we were molded by His grace
I stood before the world and the world said to me:
You are black to you are a gangbanger.
I stood before the world and the world said to me:
You are asian so you are a geek.
Dear Mom, You always tell me That I am your beautiful girl.You always tell me that no matter what I do,what I say,what I wish;I will always be the daughter youAre so proud of, and the one you love. When you sit down to brush my hair,You convince m
America the Great.
America that is mixed like a blender
but judges based on race
and a someone's gender.
America the Great.
Why do you hate me?
Is it the color of my face?
America, the brave?
More like America the Slave.
Founded on the oppression
Of millions, and millions.
Our ideals of freedom are only for those
For men, there is no ceiling to hit, nothing restricting them,
But for women, there is a glass ceiling.
They can see through it, they can see what they could have.
Hello, I'm Diamond, or at least I would like to be,
If I told you that I was, you would have to believe me.
But I could be someone else,
An imposter or traitor, criminal or spy,
Who gave you the right to use us at your disposal?
In the end,
you'll be alone---
like an empty vessel
stuck with resinating regret.
Are you aware that you're leading to your own self destruction?
Red, White, and Blue. Such beautiful colors that wave high above,
Lately though all I see is Black, White, and Brown.
Funny how three colors can unite us, funny how they divide us.
America made me,
half believing in my dreams
half knowing I would have to fight for my life
battling the words meant to kill me,
giants spitting words
it’s not easy to explain, or maybe it’s easy
But i just don’t know the right words
or maybe i have the right words
That great flag flys high above us, it says freedom for all
Freedom for all has some terms and conditions though
Must be of a light or fair skin tone
Must be of a christian denomination
Must be a man
The sun beamed down onto me and my friend, quickly melting our popsicles
Tss... tss... tss... we would sit on the steps and watch the sprinkler
He took off his shirt and ran through it
Getting misgendered
Feels like someone has poured acid in my heart.
It feels like someone decided to reach into my chest and pinch a bit of my muscle off for themselves.
I feel lonely, unreal
Pride
The highest misconception is fluorescent colors are all that surrounds me daily
I carry my “gayness” around like it’s a trophy
I was born this way.And because I was born this way, I was given a keyboard.Every child gets one.My keyboard has about 88 keys.Maybe less. Maybe more.It just depends on what you see when you look out the window.
Look at those lines on him.What are you talking about? Those are not lines.Look at those lines on him, oh no.He cannot have lines.Look at those lines on him!He will be fine.
waking up
brings more questions than answers.
i am forced into consciousness
and to a decision:
who will i be today?
They've written "pink" in permanent ink on everything I own: my body's curves, my voice's verve - they scratched it into stone. The word is there on everything I have and have not known -
I am not a girl or a woman or a bitch - not a daughter or a lady or a mistress or a maybe - I invite the saints to hate me for my gender's inner glitch - for the figure in my coding
Girls, by definition,
Are female children
And females, by design, they
Have a vagina
I want to see more buff guys holding butterflies and wearing beautiful garments,
unfathomed that it could ever tamper their masculinity. Love your femininity or
masculinity unconditionally.
If only He made me a beautiful nymph,
Though I do not mean to question my existence,
But I do.
You know who I love,
What and who I want to love,
As who I am for that lover,
There’s never been a way out of it, these gender roles, these confinements, these chains you put on me weighing me down.
It’s either pink or blue, black white, rich poor, minority majority.
My breasts are a burden
To myself and sadly society.
My breasts are a burden
Because when I wake up in the morning they get in the way of me seeing my feet.
My breasts are a burden
I go walking down the street in my local town, just like you.
I catch the same bus to go to work everyday, just like you.
I browse some shops and buy food to provide for myself, just like you.
What the fuck am I
A girl or a guy
Why can't I decide
On which side I lie
I dream of removing my breasts
Shaving my head
Having muscles cut out of marble
I want to scream
Love is love, but we frown upon certain kinds.
I remember when I was scared to let the world knowthe kind of love that I like.
Hiding a relationship...Four years to be exact.
Hurting myself and my partner.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I wish I had as much privilege™ as you.
I wish I could get away with being
As generic,
As white,
As male,
And as ignorant and original™
I’m pretty sure that public bathrooms might just be the most important invention of our modern world,
I mean think about it,
we've been told
our whole lives
who we are
our identity
carved into our skin
and hidden underneath our dresses
my sister is blonde
and she is one of the smartest people I know
my friend is muslim
and she has the kindest soul
I'm on the transgender spectrum
I am not confused
The color of one’s skin
Is not where they begin
There should be no racism
We’re all human
A gender is a gender
Every time someone would ask me my sexuality,
I would feel the words get caught in my throat
And I’d try my hardest not to swallow them down.
I am a girl. Who feared men her entire life until she tasted one. Her fear turned to envy and became addicted to them and the sense of pride accompanied by their friendship. Pride was the key ingredient in her attempt to conquer.
Stark and hardened
is the visage of a man
who stands stoic and scarred
with hands marred from the toil
of his existence
•••••
Once embodied more than this worn leather-skinned exterior
This skin does not belong to me
it is merely borrowed.
A place in which I only temporarily reside.
My skin is not yet finished.
My time has not yet come.
But it will.
There's a sickness in society
It's called sexuality
Where everyone wants to reach out and touch
And choose what they want
Who they want
What label they want
And with every touch it seems to spead
Please don't touch me
For I'm afraid
Of all the things you'll somehow see
And the fact that I'll be made
The truth is simple
And it goes as thus
There is no kind touch that may lull
the world i live in is so ignorant . we base our choices off how others will react .
Oh to have a beard,
that is my dearest wish.
I am so smooth and hairless
just like a little fish.
It would be smooth and silky
like ladies underwear
Dripping with blood and tears,
Flavored with death and pain and fear;
Poison on the way down.
Everything is wrong;
You are either a girl or a boy, and that's it, right?You can be one or the other, not both and not neither.That's what I've been told, and I try to believe it with all my might,But I know how I feel, you don't.
When life has lost
meaning
and everything
seems
slow
and nothing's moving forwards
yet so does the show
the grass blows lagging to the past when it all just looks the same
What Crevecoeur said about America being a melting pot is true!
My teachers and mentors say that is more like a stew.
However let me prove it to you
For once I explain then I can tell you my troubles
Fiametta
Under the layers of our years,
Beneath that wizened crust,
sleeps the ageless spirit that once set fire to our eyes.
I'm broken but I'm strong, I'm flawed but I'm still beautiful in my own way, and I'm different but maybe different is a good thing.
Behind the cameras,
the broken records,
melacoly videos,
lies a shy person trying to hide from it all.
Behind the little makeup,
forced dresses,
wanted suits of old,
they sleep,
I hate what oppression has done for my group.
"Maybe you just haven't found the right man yet."
I hate what oppression has done for my group.
"Who treated you wrong?"
Growing up in a rural town, a child is planted in a foundation based on a few societal beliefs
That God is the only un-defyable truth in life and societal obedience defines your worth
Help!
I’m trapped.
I’m being held inside myself,
I get asked…
Are you a boy?
Are you a girl?
What are you?
Why do you dress like that?
What is wrong with you?
Why am I different?
Why am I shunned?
Words you have said with no intent of apology I am stunned.
Like a bee your words stung.
I was a princess, now I feel homeless.
No disrespect intended.
A smile,
A laugh.
Calculative, precise.
"What a beautiful young Woman
you are,
ready to please
the perfect Man
that is required for a
Healthy
Happy
Normal
life."
I can’t chew on the thought that’s begot
Rotting inside like they thought I forgot
When they couldn’t see me gnashing my fangs
against my iron-wrought cage, the fangs, their bangs-
Transgender
A word that brings Fear.
That brings dysphoria, confusion, invasive questions
Fear of entering another's home and being attacked
By their transphobic parents
As a woman I am told to be quiet
Keep it down
They try to keep me down
Below you, looking up
On my knees, I exist only in ways that service you
They want me to hear, not to speak
Every day I wake up in the wrong body
The misconceptions it causes
make me feel less like a miss
and more like a mistake
I Exist
Though you may try to find some sort of bubble to put me in
To maybe keep my unnaturalness from trying to infect you
To maybe make yourself feel better when you can "see past it"
When you saw me walk into your restaurant
I doubt that th first thing you thought about
was asking me what my preferred pronuns might be
Instead, what I'm sure came to mind was:
"Shaved underarms bu hairy legs
You told me, that one day, I would be the Queen of my own kingdom.
You said that the bullying would stop, and that I wouldn't remember all the hateful words that had been said to me.
His skin color does not mean
to violence he is keen
Skin color can't tell what lies
within a person, be it cruel or kind
i want to wear
pastels
and cute skirts
and expensive stockings
but i hate it
when people call me a "girl"
"she"
is a word
i am starting to hate
not inherently
only
when used for me
and i say
in my head
"'they' or 'it', please"
but silence is king
we are
forever mute
a community
of silence
we speak
loud and clear
to have words
snapped up
by our brethren
they all say
"speak up"
and we do
A woman is fierce and strong,
The lioness, warrior princess –
Strong female character with elbows out, fists raised,
Steadfast gaze
Glaring at the camera,
Defying the lens of gender stereotypes.
I wish on broken stars,
because the bright ones give off too much light.
The feeble stars,
with fractured points and fading colours,
too fragile to fix, but strong enough to hold wishes.
I need feminism, because I can't leave my legs unshaven without being told it's wrong.
I need feminism, because if a man shaves his legs he's told he's "feminine", "girly", and "gay"
A human body is made up of trillions of cells
Those cells form together to make people
People vary in size from babies the size of a hand
To still growing adults above eight feet tall
I’m a firm believer in a shatterable glass ceiling.
And before you ask
No.
I haven’t shattered it yet.
In fact I haven’t even seen it yet.
Haven’t come close to its heights
My hair
My eyes
My height
All things I could change
But what I would change is something much more
It not about myself, its about the world
Rather than helping one sole, It would help much more
I'm tired of walking down the streets
With girls gripping my arms in fear
Fear of catcalls
Fear of men
Fear of bigots
and most of all: Fear of people without respect
I'm tired of hearing
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war
A world of respect
Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change
The emphasis placed on between the legs
Is what is reflected in the world today
We have become so consumed with a person's sex
That it takes precedence over the person they are
Who they will become
If I could change one thing
It would be so that the world could stop hating.
It would be so that the color of my skin,
The religion that I practice,
The people whom I choose to love,
I was born with this bodybreasts, cunt, curves and a certainsoftnessthat means I can't be the
action herothe saviorthe martyr
The world we live in is a mess
but we can fix it.
We need everyone to try
and no one to quit.
Some people are fat, some people are gay
some people have blue hair and some people have tattoos.
Gender
Who are they to say
You must act and dress a certain way
“Ladies knee length skirts, guys suit and tie!”
When gender is more than meets the eye
Both, neither, one, or what fits
Don't call me a female
that's not me
always told I'm wrong by society
but I'm not wrong
don't even try
rejections sharp sting won't make me cry
I am strong
I am true
I'm just me
I weep for every woman that is beaten for not having dinner ready for her husband when he comes home.
I weep for every girl that is sold into sex trade,
Forced to give their bodies away.
#YOWO
And I loved a girl
with pain etched into her lips
and death written along her soul.
Art poured from her fingertips
and poetry was carved into
I found out the prickling under Gap kids cotton,
Is what you must buy and bury in closet trunks.
The folded feminine other flesh made your marriage rotten.
And Moms sick of campy pantyhose that stink like frothing funk.
Hermaphrodite. Tranny. Freak.
These are just some of the words that have been used to describe me.
I have learned to answer the offenders as nicely as I can even though I
should be the one asking the questions, like,
Teacher, open your eyes!
You are feeding them all lies!
We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender,
I imagine myself becoming a bender.
Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
M ountains of work, bills, burden-- the family must be fed.
A nd a young man's dreams?
N o. they don't exist.
W orried silver threads
O ver the sink, bubbles sliding on wrinkles
I remember a time
Back when I was just a little girl
I could be friends with you
In my mind you were my world
Back then, making friends
Look! Look! Look!
Brown, hazelnut eyes
Shutter and shift accordingly
As long, unorthodox lashes brush away dust mites
Teeth yellow growing green
Tongue hairier than the green goblin's spleen
Unlike you,
my copper skin glazes in the sun.
And my almond eyes twinkle.
Unlike you,
I sweat the fruits of my labor,
and make my living plucking from your collection
of cotton.
Unlike you,
Equality
Just you and me.
Why is there discrimination
For race and orientation?
Why do we judge one another
When we could use care to smother?
Underneath it all we're the same,
And suddenly it hits me like a punch in the gut
that I can BE all these beautiful things I read:
I can cut off my hair and wear fishnet stockings
and clomp around in big black boots and I
Discrimination
Five syllables more venomous than a rattlesnake bite.
More painful than a little girl not getting her kiss goodnight.
We all know what it is,
Yet we act as though the impact is nothing.
She was Born to be Judged
Judged to be Born,
She inspired those of her color,
Those of her class,
Those of her gender,
To be something more,
To defy what people thought of her,
I look around at the world of which I'm a part of,
and then I always ask a simple question:
Where is all the love?
I cannot be at peace when people are not free.
This is not how we were meant to be.
