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