Poems about gender
I weep for every woman that is beaten for not having dinner ready for her husband when he comes home.
You are my brother Not by blood, marriage, sex, or gender But by love and unfortunate anguish
I found out the prickling under Gap kids cotton, Is what you must buy and bury in closet trunks.
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast ways
I live in a worldWhere genderDetermines lifeWhere a rod between your legs makes you superior
What ever happened to the innocent hellos? And the guys mesmerized by a girls eyes..
They have always asked us a question Judged us like a book cover And they expect us to answer