gender nonbinary

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So I'm sitting in my bunk right?  I'm writing down my thoughts,  just looking around my room lit by the faint moonlight.   I'm paranoid. I scan my room chest feeling tight with a slight edge of anxiety,
3rd period The office aide “We need Bridget For dismissal Please Send her promptly”   Send Her
Terrible. Tasteless. Taboo.   All are words to describe, What I long for.   It doesn't hurt me, It doesn't hurt you, So why does it matter?   Terrific.
Adjusting the disgusting bra on my chest, I flip ratty, old dress over my head. Glancing in the mirror, I feel so wrong.  
THEY    are not a girl or boy but an alien from the far away glaxies
Kat The one with paint on her arms, with purple in her raven black hair.  The one with a pencil behind her ear, a sketchbook in her hand, a glint in her eye Hazel eyes, that is, framed in intense blackness. 
I am not a memberOf your precious little binaryI'm not a himNot a herNot an "it"I'm a human beingWith skin and bones and hairSame as youSame as himSame as her
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