Poems about gender

Just yesterday I stood among some people in the square, Old Glory waved above us on a fireman’s ladder there.
Oh, let me marry Give me the rights of love Oh, be merciful God I beg thee for guidance from above
The world was different, but now is lost Once no tongues needed to be held back
They have a diagnosis for it all.
In the year of still not our lord but better known as 2016 I celebrated
  By Stanley Collymore   The preselected, blatantly rigged Democratic Party US
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The most glorious things come from dreams,
I am a writer, I write to ease my pain. Hear me scribble, yabble, and babble scrap!