Poems about gender

They all look at me asking who I am trying to be,
Can I join in?Can I be part of your little niche?Can I join in?Can I feel like I'm part of a new subset?
When you truly love someone, their heart is yours. That one person is your other half. You always have that spark
What makes me tick I haven't hands or a face like a clock Just gears in my head
    The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
The female identity Is not to be confused With the male entity   On what they think What they say
I need feminism, because I can't leave my legs unshaven without being told it's wrong.

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