Gender Identity Poems - Poems about Gender Identity

Meet me—by the abandoned houses—>there not here<—, for it’s a danger! to be seen in such ill company as I__I mean: if strangers knew how strange was our affair, they’d **** us!—meet me when night has grown fair, bring gifts (flowers) (for nothing’s more obscene in such situation as we are keen). Though I’m well loath to leave you unaware, you’ll must need...

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I will never feel your wetness slide down my cock Simply because I do not have one. I will never know your texture beyond 3-4 inches Simply because my fingers are not long enough. I can hold you and kiss you, But I wonder if my longing for you will ever be satisfied. I can make you cum, But would it...

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i can never be myself skin stretching around fat around tissue around blood around bones pushing through, spreading out, im aching but never breaking through i never wanted any attention never wanted to be visible at all i can never be myself sturdy muscle collapsing in on itself what good is a functioning body that isn’t mine i’m sorry that i’m...

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“That body is female!”, they tell me. At the turn of the moon It purges itself of its sins, Washing away what lives could have been, Punished for failing biological duties. “That body is female!”, they tell me. Forever marked with the scarlet letter, The big, bold, burning red “F” Branded on the legal document Of my consciousness. “That body is female!”, they tell me. Its...

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Teacher, please show me how to tie my shoes I'm almost six, I can't do it and I'm so blue Sally, let's review your pronouns one more time If you don't know them, I'll go to jail for the crime OK, Teacher: 'I, she, her, hers. Is...

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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 ground. Your heart pumps your blood Just like mine. ...

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I used to play 'make-believe' a wonderful way to try to live the life of a singer or a movie star a way to expand who you are I knew it was pretend, of course just as I knew I wasn't a horse ...

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Reflections upon mine gender identity redux Although heterosexual predilections punctuated physiological pulsations about five inches below innie belly button of mine showcasing undersize male member, when fully erect not much to crow about, contributed diminished masculinity within body electric regarding wordsmith crafting poem linkedin with his feelings of diminished machismo male sexuality sputtered courtesy handy dynamo powered ample male germ cells birthing offspring two healthy...

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Someday (We'll be feeling our pride) By Michelle Morris 29/09/2020 Chorus Oh-oh and someday... Oh-oh someday... Oh-oh someday... Oh-oh and someday... (end chorus) We'll be there under the sun We will be loving as one We know that our love is true ooh ooh...oh... We'll hold our hands outside We'll be feeling our pride No more secrets to hide ooh ooh...oh... Chorus We'll be there...

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You claim I am equal to you, and you to me Are you blind as a bat? Can't you see? You're a man from your head to your toe I'm a girl, now a woman, from the very get-go A man's muscles ripple under your clothes ...

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A label Whilst not necessary Has a certain power that comes with it A way to search for similar lived experiences Shared by other people Who understand what you are going through Pressure to be masculine and muscular Can make it difficult to show affection Unrealistic body image expectations Increase the risk of a disorder developing Living with the feeling of being unsafe And a fear...

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Forgotten code of honor and pride Men where are your honor? Where are you’re code of pride? Where are you’re animal instincts for fighting what is yours? Where are the days that we would rather die to protect your pride then face defeat? Where are the days that we lived by our code and your own strength? Instead we became mere...

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I said I’d be myself Now I say that was a lie They don’t know who I am Then again, neither do I But if one thing’s for sure Today I’m not the same I’m not who I was before Or who I was yesterday And the way that I’m today Is not the way I will remain I will never be the way I...

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“Lost Pantheons” Alexandrine tragedies Racine diamond-edged come and go French letters blown like leaves straight up into the rarefied air scattered like lovers against a body of purple vain poetry written invisible on the skin of Miss Chance Cocteau spoken with joie de vivre crisp sharp apple-red lips painted over Comme des Garçons Marais tempts Baudelaire from early grave despair laughing joyfully le...

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with a razor I crop and cut away  all signifiers of my birth name  so i can finally let my hips sway prickly pits and nasty days of dreading dance, searing shame with a razor; I crop and cut away what urges you to hiss at me? how I dare defy nature so seductively? i have. to let my hips sway es beware of...

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