Poems about gender
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
I don’t know whether to shout being ugly is okay, or that I’m beautiful anyway, because society has taught me I’m wrong in everything I
The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
The female identity Is not to be confused With the male entity On what they think What they say
I need feminism, because I can't leave my legs unshaven without being told it's wrong.
Who Are You Who are you to tell me, A person of my own being, Who I can or cannot be?