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-Pal (honk/honks)
<u>gender</u>
a social construct that holds us back
our generation, taking the time to act.
working hard
to erase centuries-old scars.
the way we've had this pushed on us since birth
and the way conforming determines your self-worth.
they ask if you've sold your soul,
or try to bury you in a never-ending hole,
of pain and regret
as you sweat and sweat
with the labor of being free,
of being truly non-binary.
your gender grows, twists, and twines
living like the growing vine.
not on either extreme,
somewhere else, in the unseen,
the grey, the unsure
when you're asked questions, emotions stir.
"pronouns?" they ask, shaking their heads,
all the disappointment, left unsaid.
but hold your head high
look them in the eye,
and let those that're negative pass on by.
you don't need to conform
to societal norms,
nor let them tell you who to be,
live your life in your own version of ectasy.
-almost all of the system pitched in here
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