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- One Less Box
- 2021-07-17
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- For five years,
- I was a chalice
- full of malice
- and tears
- as I tried to suss out a gender.
- Am I fluid?
- Am I two or three?
- Am I even part of the binary?
- Or shall I eschew the glass,
- pack it up and address it
- to the person who knew me last,
- label: return to sender?
- The more time I spend alone,
- the more unnecessary it feels
- to keep others in the know,
- the more I realize I'd rather keep,
- not concealed,
- but not subjected to the public's heat.
- The more time I spend in solitude,
- the more I feel gratitude
- towards past me
- for only having "come out" to two or three
- with no proclamation,
- no decree
- of new name and pronouns
- to accomodate my long-sought androgyny.
- Maybe the reason
- why I wished others would perceive
- me as nonbinary
- was so that they'd see
- me not as female
- but as human.
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- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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