Best Gender Identity Poems

So now I know
Life has played its part
I never would believe
that I could die
from a broken heart

No you can’t mend me
it’s been far too long
everyone will go
everyone has gone
everyone will leave
that God did lend me

I could only watch
then step aside
as it all just went
no matter...

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Stand up, be proud!
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   If you strip away our skin,
We are the same.
   Where we differ is thoughts
In the brain. 

   If we are not cremated,
We are six feet down.
   We all end up as a pile of
Bones in the...

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The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts 
 
I yawn & it reminds me…  I...

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It always seems it may not always have been to clear
Telling mother you’re not sure about who you are
What you thought she was always expecting to hear
Went right into her heart like a knife to reopen a scar

And to finally come to see, no one...

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A Pet Peeve

By: Olivia Rodrigue

A smile that reeks desperation
A mascaraed eye batted intently
Your falsified figures and fancies
Undermine others of my generation

To think that a woman is only
Aesthetically valued and won
Is a peeve that’s been maddening many
But thought significant only by some

They bray at braless feminists
Thinking...

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THE TOKEN POETRY EDITOR

Sexless, unloved, this poem tycoon
Reads the heart’s treasures as the brain's boon,
And riven with erudition, explores the spaces
Where uninvited couplets kill the places

With talk of probity and probability.
This mortgaged toad of honesty gives glee
To those who find in truth a rash offence
And...

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You talked about me when I passed by,

You said I’m so girly when I standby,

I shake it, fake it but still you see it,

You said I am sassy when I am making it.

 

You talked about me when I just said it,

You said I’m so...

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It was to be so easy to start, seemed it was all downhill 
The top of the mountain is open to the desert and the dirt
Where large sun bronzed boulders, are frozen in eternal rest 
Since the beginning of time, from the ache and the...

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(This is my first poem about myself, please comment.)

I wake up every single day
telling myself everything is okay.
I laugh, joke and smile
but that will only last a while.

Then I get home, and take off the mask
in a feeling of self identity i long to bask.
Everything...

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Apparently it’s a p**is that makes a man these days 
Never mind the testosterone that fuels an angry craze
A testosterone filled vag**a made of real human flesh 
Seems way better than an estrogen filled p**is in a dress
This muted feeble phalange is a danger to...

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My physical lusts each and every cut, rip, and peck on his body my intellectual craves his thoughts, opinions, and charisma, my emotional wants to laugh, cry, and embrace his deepest feelings. Yet my emotional abundance does not captivate him, my intellectual determination does not...

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He said he was a "woman",

Just trapped in a wrong body.

When time came he had to pee-

Used the room.... for "Men".
 
All rights reserved~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~05.28.15


The Dodoitsu is a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin 
and is often about LOVE  or HUMOR. It has...

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You said you are so unlike among the others,

Your sexuality is query and might be sick to others.

They may sometimes don’t understand how you feel,

You deliberately show emotions that are never ever sealed.

 

It takes trillions of guts to be like you,

Honesty and being real...

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Life is to live, live it yourself
Don’t ruin the chance, being someone 
Choose your path, chase your dreams
live up to them till you die
 
No two are same nor their choices
Never hesitate to accept yourself
Being unique is not a sin,
not at least than following the...

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