Mistaken identity,
I wear it like a cloak.
Invisible to most,
But to me it's a yoke.
Misgendered daily,
My soul feels choked.
I correct them gently,
But it seems like a joke.
Gender is a prison,
A binary convoke.
Free me from these shackles,
Let me revoke.
The label that binds me,
Enough is spoke.
I am who I am,
No more mispoke.
My identity, my truth,
Is not a hoax.
Stop the assumptions, no more cruel stroke.
Let me be seen,
Let my voice evoke.
The freedom to live,
To love and to invoke.
The power to break through, the gender stereotype cloak.
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My attempts at poetry....
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Are met with blank stares As I struggle to convey Emotions and thoughts with care Rhyme schemes and syllables I twist and I bind Hoping one day to find The perfect words to unwind
