Poems about gender

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
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
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?
The female identity Is not to be confused With the male entity   On what they think What they say
    The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
I need feminism, because I can't leave my legs unshaven without being told it's wrong.

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