Non-Binary Silence

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Every day I wake up in the wrong body
 
The misconceptions it causes
 
make me feel less like a miss
 
and more like a mistake
 
Our society has created such a small gap
 
between our bodies and identities
 
that every day I choke on the cloud of oppression
 
Struggling for a breath of self-expression
 
I feel as if we all put our binders on one arm at a time
 
until I realize that I’m the only one willing to risk my lungs for the chance that someone might not 
 
assume my past present and future
 
based on a thing that means so little to me
 
I would not cringe if it’s presence lacked 
 
But my body need not apologize
 
for it takes no fault in the fact that I’m tied to the terms mother and princess
 
None of which I am
 
It is that my body means something else to everyone I encounter
 
I tell others I’m not a girl
 
they say “he, man”
 
I say I’m not a boy
 
they give me “he/she, it, “What are you then?
 
Make up your mind! and Don’t try to be special because you’re not”
 
Your life is just a useful as your stupid pronouns
 
People’s eyes seem to be distorted mirrors
 
and I cannot express myself, for everyday it is somehow communicated to me that if my heart 
 
stared into them
 
they would shatter
 
Every night I drift off to sleep 
 
dreaming that no one cares that I am not a man or woman
 
And I wake up
 
in the wrong perceptions

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