Poems about gender
If Caeneus was alive He would stand with all the kids The one who wave their flags
I waited for her here.
Artemis doesn’t actually care if you’re celibate.
My gender is a writhing thing in the corner
I grew up There was no specific day
I grew up in a suburb I grew up in a suburb full of white people
My name is Justice Serenity English When you - one day - tell my story
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
that bootyhole tight that ass thick getting ready for that big ass dick as them buttcheeks clap
If ya'll feeling hungry..id like to fill you up with some food for thought