'Gender'
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A lump of clay lays before me
Shape it with my abilities
Thorough, reliable, and cooperative
With endless possibilities
A bunch of wax pouring down
Every time someone asks me about my gender,
I get a stomach ache in my brain,
Palms sweat as a battle between truths and lies appear,
“Blue”
By Sophie Burchill
I remember,
When I was younger,
One Halloween,
I wanted to be a cowboy.
Not a cowgirl,
i used to try on my father’s clothes
his attire never seemed to fit me,
in his eyes anyway.
i felt the emptiness in his
work shirt,
envying how it compared to my shoes.
leather and sole,
Been battling to find myself in this big world.
My being has long fought with itself to assert itself around.
But the constant ups and downs have taken a toll on my soul.
