gender binary
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My gender is a writhing thing in the corner
I poke it with a stick every so often to see how it will move.
My sex is a warm pink alien I cup in my hand
infants are stamped to maximize efficiency
to help society run smoothly, you understand
yes, they're stamped
right between their chubby little legs
categorized in neat little boxes
A human body is made up of trillions of cells
Those cells form together to make people
People vary in size from babies the size of a hand
To still growing adults above eight feet tall
