Business Gender Poems

Does it all matter?
That I am gay, I am a lesbian?
Does it all matter?
that I am transgender, I am Intersexual?
or rather Asexual?

tell me,
Why does it...

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The ambulance ride only lasted
For 10 minutes.
Delilah was in Labor now
Experiencing strange labor
Sensations. They were orgasms
Dolly didn't want to admit that.
Most of both families swept...

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IV.

Lia called himself a woman,
though his chromosomes disagreed,
inside he felt he was female,
he made that his identity.
In the second year of high school,
the woke faculty...

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Held to expectation cast by citizens
Mirror assures return of gilded grins
Ballroom brag pats his back
Dancer has handshakes lubricated
Dignitaries' approval demonstrated

Slide through sludge of embellishing
Climbing supply...

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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...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Imagine your favorite faith community,
whether sacredly vocationed,
or, more prosaic, secularly employed,
is also home to your local Green Freedom Party,
intentionally multipartisan.

This community intends to remain compassionately...

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It is the ages that are stepping out infront of me.
It is the time that keeps dancing with me
And the ferocious wind keeps insulting my...

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When I was in grade school
I was, already, 
on my leftbrain dominant path
toward acting the intellectual snob.

This, in large part
my best offense,
my trump card, sadly,
against...

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Thinking back on my all White
but One,
all Right
but One,
classroom learning experience,

I can see why
many of my straight white male classmates,
especially those with early varsity team...

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I was minding our own ancient business,
making maple and brown sugar oatmeal
for my constantly
and instantly 
devouring daughter,
when GrandMother Moses
of Poetic Narrative
broke into my day:

frankly, I...

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May supreme Force
become You.

How is whiteness
like straightness?
she asked

And how is maleness
like left-brain dominance?
he responded.

It seems, 
to usually curious
and always ancient
right with left dipolar ecofeminist Us,

Contracts...

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She seems afraid to say too much
and not listen enough.

Perhaps fear of becoming misunderstood
and, worse, too quickly dismissed,
her moment,
even in this small-staged sanctuary,
unnoticed
under-nourished
unfed
unwatered.

She wants to...

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Earth offers outdoor organic classes
in Cooperative Health Proposal Design
and Revolutionary WinWin Research Writing
for restoring WinLeft/WinRight nutritional justice
and co-empowering bilateral peace.

Earth rises and sets permaculture designers
for...

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Do you really want to be her straight phase?
 Do you really want to be her confused phase?
 Do you really want to be her...

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