Poems

Poem: Maybe, just maybe, it is time to (Un)know Gender

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My father told me to not tell.

That the world would want me to burn in hell.

I told you, my friend, you ran and flee.

He was right, you hated me!

I will forever miss those who could not be,

on this path to cherish me.

Family so mortified,

Devastated that I am now alive.

So angry, ugly, they buried me

when I thrived!

While crying, begging, pleading thee,

but you could not ever accept me.

You know why?

The BINARY!

*

My friend, I may never understand,

how gender is so

POWERFUL! 

*

That people are killed over

IT

Prejudice justifies

IT

The minority driven to suicide because of

IT

Terrified parents told to

Cut

IT

Off

Not told there is a choice about

IT  

Divided into bathrooms because of

IT

Why may I ask are we so terrified over

IT?

A woman  may have a penis, or a man with a tiny one.

Or God forbid, a man have a vagina,

 or a woman with testicles!

Shhhhhhhhhhhh don’t talk about

IT!

*

Nature is DIVERSE, and BEAUTIFUL,

Just like the UNIVSERSE   

Intersex

And

Transgender

People

Prove IT!

*

Gender is just too vast to be a binary based between one’s legs! 

*

Does IT have to remain

Us verses Them?

*

Will we ever have a place in this

Binary World?

Am I a body with a mind,

or a mind with a body?

*

Maybe, just maybe, it is time to

(Un)know Gender

????????????

By Anunnaki Ray

~.V.

This poem is dedicated to:

GENDER BOUND: LESSONS FROM THE WORLD BETWEEN

By Judi Herring, M.D.

~.V.

 

 

 

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