Poems about gender
If Caeneus was alive He would stand with all the kids The one who wave their flags
By Stanley Collymore Physically my body tells me that I want you but rather
I waited for her here.
Artemis doesn’t actually care if you’re celibate.
My gender is a writhing thing in the corner
I grew up There was no specific day
I grew up in a suburb I grew up in a suburb full of white people
My name is Justice Serenity English When you - one day - tell my story
Comin' up in this confusing world You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl You told me not to tell your parents
that bootyhole tight that ass thick getting ready for that big ass dick as them buttcheeks clap