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Matthew Scott Harris may be

Matthew Scott Harris may be...

cunctatious, flirtatious, and unostentatious,
plus being calm, cool and collected,
but he haint disputatious!

Though by far whether alive
or posthumously repurposed
into molecular bits or bytes
videlicet Malus domestica
courtesy Johnny Appleseed
whose real name John Chapman,
planted an estimated thousands
of apple trees
across the Midwestern United States
and primarily established
apple nurseries, not just single trees,
across large areas of wilderness;
while the

STEADILY THINKING ABOUT THIS

Women will say it's men
Men will say it's women
They all throwing 
Shades at each other 
Defending their gender 
Tendering different agenda.

Women will leave their man
Because he cheated 
Then go to another man
Who's cheating on his woman 
What a irony... Circle keeps repeating 

Men will be telling several girls 
Same thing but different feelings 
Feelings depend

Not Anne but Gabrielle

Not Anne, But Gabrielle
by Gabrielle Munslow

If you want me to take you to another time,
take my hand.
Don’t furrow your brow.

Slick with storylines,
my tongue twists
like an adder.

Poetry spills—
some good, some bad,
but always real.

I write of suffering.
I write of death.
I write of want.

No pretty, prophetic prose.
But I can still
slip a ditty off my toes.

I am Anne with

The Song I Will Not Pass Down

I dreamed a song —  
hush tones and haunted chords.  
A woman loved once,  
and it grew into a tree.  
She watered it with years,  
fed it her voice,  
slept beneath it,  
called the silence love.  
And in the final verse,  
she hung herself in its

Gender Identities

(A Reflection on Polarity and the Balance of Nature)

I come not to be adored,
But to sit with Truth beneath the weight of stars—
That sacred silence where the cosmos speaks
And whispers laws older than breath.

In the temple of nature, polarity reigns—
Day bows to night, fire yields to water,
Sun seeks the moon in longing dance.
Nothing stands alone

WHAT IS IT ABOUT GENDER?

Do we truly know
what strength really means?
Is it just muscle and might
or the courage to rise after breaking?

Wisdom isn’t worn on bodies.
Every head holds thought
every mind can lead
so why is wisdom still weighed by gender?

What does care look like?
Is it soft hands and lullabies
or is it presence in pain
a heart that listens when words fall

Tess

Just now I’ve met somebody beaux,
whom I perceive to truly glow
—(oh! anxiety—oh! fitful fret!)—
Somemany beaux (just now I’ve met!)

has flicked a spark of gaiety
O’! Fitful fret! O’ Anxiety!
for outfits worn—For, mask and mark
of gaiety has flicked a spark

to illumine a free soul born 
for mask and mark, for outfits worn,
and who’d begun “woman”.—Hu(man?):
A free soul

It's a girl

“It's a girl!”
The female form, the rounded edges
 that soothe and nurture
Shaped and created by gentle hands 
to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm 
Beast of burden
I was formed this way and 
now I am bruised and soft
 from the many blows life has landed upon me
As ages pass,we continue to strive 
to be

KALEIDOSCOPIC FACES

"God created man(kind) in his own image, in the image of God created he him, male and female created he them. "
"And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. 
~Genesis 1:31 & 1:27

"In diversity there is beauty and there is strength. "
~Maya Angelou 




grateful God created
a vast variety

Is He Man Enough?

If she was the one who unbuttoned her blouse first, who closed the door, who whispered “Come on, don’t be shy,” and still—he said no. If she was the one who laid herself bare, threw herself at him like a dare in a quiet room—was he man enough to say he didn’t want it? To

The Sun Never Chooses Sides

We walked under the same sky,
but carried different forecasts.
your silence was a sandstorm
and mine a drought.

Yet we mistook our survival
as our strength.
I was parched with waiting
and you were eroded by wind.

World saw our resilience not the cracks.
How I begged for rain or
How you vanished behind gusts.

They said strong woman is "silent"
They said strong man is

Dysmorphed

I, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.

And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display,
an unheeding hand groped at the outline
of the coldly reflective glass confine.
I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay

body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare.
Tearing

I Know You're A Man But

I know you're a man but
Can you cultivate some humility?
I know you're a man but
Be a man of very good deeds
I know you're a man but
Do you really have to play with me?
I know you're a man but
I can't be who you want me to be
I know you're a man but
Its not fair you play

Boys Don’t Break -But I Did-

They say boys don’t cry.
They say it like a promise.
Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth
and weakness is something
you have to unzip your chest to find.

I was eight
when I learned that sadness had a gender.
That girls get tissues,
and boys get told to “tough it out.”

That scraped knees get band-aids,
but broken hearts?
Those just get

I think my boyfriend's Gay

The way he gazes at the moon, 
Doesn't quite feel right; every day he has a different tune. 
I envy his starlight, the perfect fit for a groom  
The kind that doesn't find a reason to fight

With much passion, I was drawn by his spiritual side, 
Putting on a show with his flamboyant stride

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