Poems about gender
I have lost all whom I thought would stay I let my guard down only for you to pull the rug away
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
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