Poems about gender

Oh, let me marry Give me the rights of love Oh, be merciful God I beg thee for guidance from above
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My life started when I was 12. I'd penned a poem about, trees, I felt ink flow through 
Imagine a tomorrow, far different from todayWhere love is the only King, and children jump and play.
I woke up this morning the same as I have every morning for the last 18 years of my life.I was not
I woke up this morning the same as I have every morning for the last 18 years of my life.I was not
First, I am going to start with what I am not. I am not my sex.
Somebody explain this enigma to me: before a child is born, the parents don't care the sex.
I am colorful. Like a palette of sephora eye shadows.

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