Grudge
Was running
After last month
All had accepted
I was male.
But I was too anxious
To say
That long term feeling
Had,
By now,
Changed.
~
'So are you a girl?'
'Or are you a boy?!'
Oh why is gender
Such a toil?
What was so wrong
With the music
In the song?
When my mind was rattling,
The rare maracas
In the the electric sea
Of genders
Others would lead
Blistered
My knowledge now
Of not being 'he'
Or anything else
Amongst the only default
For now,
Myself.
Terry
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Hey Jessie
PoetryJessie was a gender fluid teen who had anxiety and depression, even with as much paint as they decided to splash. ~ With all of the rumours about them going around, Jessie decided to clutch all of their colours to their heart. They couldn't stop clu...
