Poems about gender

I am not broken Because I need things to be just right, Because I worry about the little things,
Most days, having a vagina scares me,
When you truly love someone, their heart is yours. That one person is your other half. You always have that spark
What makes me tick I haven't hands or a face like a clock Just gears in my head
They all look at me asking who I am trying to be,

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