Poems from genderquirks
Short hair, bouncing upon my shoulders
Black ink, "love mom <3" upon my wrist
Straight edge scars, lighter than the skin upon my leg...
There is something innate about being outspoken
Almost a violence in every spoken word
As they fall from an open mouth, without control....
She is a monster.
She creeps up from underneath the bed,
When heads are on pillows, she is on the prowl.
But, this is not her only form,...
When it is in the glass,
It swishes like water
It smells like the sting of a clean wound
It flurries around the glass, breathing in the...
Imagine this...
Walking into your own house
And they call you by her name.
Of course, you have to respond or hell will ensue
But, you...