gender nonbinary
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So I'm sitting in my bunk right?
I'm writing down my thoughts,
just looking around my room lit by the faint moonlight.
I'm paranoid. I scan my room chest feeling tight with a slight edge of anxiety,
Terrible.
Tasteless.
Taboo.
All are words to describe,
What I long for.
It doesn't hurt me,
It doesn't hurt you,
So why does it matter?
Terrific.
Adjusting the disgusting bra on my chest,
I flip ratty, old dress over my head.
Glancing in the mirror, I feel so wrong.
Kat
The one with paint on her arms, with purple in her raven black hair.
The one with a pencil behind her ear, a sketchbook in her hand, a glint in her eye
Hazel eyes, that is, framed in intense blackness.
I am not a memberOf your precious little binaryI'm not a himNot a herNot an "it"I'm a human beingWith skin and bones and hairSame as youSame as himSame as her
