I thought I was okay
I thought I've got it out of the way
Yet here I am in the center
Down and lost and insecure
You call me femme as if it's bad
And think I should act like some other lad
You box me in a certain cage
And label me by sex, gender identity, build, and age
I am myself and so are you
We're different and similar too
You're a person as am I
But we had never seen eye to eye
This toxic masculinity is poison
These labels, for no apparent reason
I'm not welcome because of the way I express
Somehow, people saw me as less
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PoetryPoems and random stuff during times that I feel sad or in love and something in between.
