Poems about gender
I stand behind a glass case.I am an object to behold.For my submissive nature and gentler tones.
“How do boys look good without makeup?” Because society hasn’t told them they look bad without it
I am a woman, There is nothing to be ashamed of. I bleed once a month, sometimes twice
There are two ways to label, numbers and categories.
I do believe in one God, but sometimes I have my doubts.I do believe in prayer, but it does not have to be said aloud.
Who dares to fight against the oppresion of ourselves? I dare to
I weep for every woman that is beaten for not having dinner ready for her husband when he comes home.