My Gender- by Protyus A. Gendher
My Gender by Protyus A. Gendher
My gender is pockets and sunshine
And having a nice time not having to sit right
Because of sex I had to hide
My gender is tripping over afternoon pebbles
The outcast rebel, how dare I develop
Mountainous terrain and hormone levels
My gender is hiding from anxiety
From years of what they do to me, on the street
Traumas embedded for eternity
My gender is teaching and growth
Sharing what I know, mentoring those below
Revealing a world for them to behold
My gender is early morning coffee
Books when I have time to think
Time I spend writing for just me
Chasing my child down the street
A forced-out primal pillow scream
The power behind my hopes and dreams
The mess that got on everything
The rules that bow me down to bleed
My gender is second guessing
Hair messing
Doubts that I can’t figure out
My gender is rejection from my momma’s mouth
Every time my name fell out
My gender is a raging bonfire
Flames reaching stretching higher and higher
Warming the recesses in my soul where I hide
My gender is getting a little high
By the water side
My gender is rageful dissent
Against the struggle to pay rent
My mouth no longer blowing kisses
No longer feeling reminiscent
My gender is survival
My gender is my arrival to myself
My gender avoids your expectation
Of mishaps and hesitation
My gender is board games
Good food
Running wild
Being nude
Hands in the air
Long embraces
Recognition
On friend’s faces
It’s working hard
To make the money
And playing hard
To find the funny
And fighting hard
Against a system that would break me
A wild card
The reason so many hate me
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