Through androgynous hips
I leak power
Over thought,
As the line blurs
It becomes curved
Depending on the day of the week,
My back straight
I articulate
In a monotone tone
Just where my genders flown,
There’s no classification for me
Why yes
Technically
I am a female
And I’m extremely cool with that
I’d rather be me
Than be stuck as a man
In your gender classified
Barbie / ken doll mold
Roles of societies norm–perfected,
I have rejected
My pink dress
And I will not
Wear a blue suite
I’d rather wear my purple
With its rainbow back drop
And stripes of black
With a sweet pretty girl seated on my lap.














Comments
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It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
icon by ~Laehlani
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Save a cow eat a dykE
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Save a cow eat a dykE
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It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
icon by ~Laehlani
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Jocelyn
....Just another butt in the ashtray
It becomes curved
Depending on the day of the week,
My back straight
I articulate"
I like that. That's a fair little section.
I usually don't like rhymes, but I like the "ur" rhyme in blurs and curved, and "straight/articulate". Well done.
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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
Bullshit.
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