identity LGBT
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My gender
is between my ears.
It is not
between my legs.
It is not defined
by biology or by my blood,
it is defined by identity
and by knowing
that I am not the young lady
January
girls are just prettier there's nothing wrong with me
February
maybe i do like girls that's okay
March
i don't care what you are i just want love
April
girls are so amazing in every way
let me be clear, i am not trying to be political, i am only trying to exist.
F*ck the people who tell you you have to be a man or a woman.
F*ck the people who ask, "Have you had the operation?"
All I need is love
as trembles track through time.
Clairvoyant charisma creeps
between petite and elongated structures.
As if the trembles and clairvoyance
They say that its wrong
To love another woman
To kiss her
To hold her as if i were a man
They say that's its wrong
To call myself "gay"
To dress like a boy
To prefer hats and haircuts
One day,
I'll hold your skin in the palms of my
hands and breathe in time with your
heartbeat.
One day,
I can bask in the feeling of infinity in
your arms and press promises against
Why do my actions concern you?
When your actions don't bother me
The choices I make belong to me
Being gay?
They say it's a crime.
They say it's a birth defect.
They say it will change over time.
I want to know who "they" are.
I want to know what gives them this right.
