Poems about gender

I am colorful. Like a palette of sephora eye shadows.
(this poem was presented at the 2014 EKU Alphabet center pride pageant )  
Most days, having a vagina scares me,
I am not broken Because I need things to be just right, Because I worry about the little things,
I don’t know whether to shout being ugly is okay, or that I’m beautiful anyway, because society has taught me I’m wrong in everything I