They always go “well define what a woman is then”
And I’m like exactly
But they don’t possess the depth to grasp
That each person has a different idea of what a man or a woman is
Because gender is a construct
We are so much more than what can be defined in gender
Yet it haunts us wherever we go
Doesn’t it?
Don’t people make assumptions about you based on your gender?
Any gender?
You can’t escape it
I’m saying your assumptions are completely wrong
I am none of the above in the way you think
Not knowing what I am doesn’t mean I don’t understand what I’m not
All these little assumptions we make about eachother
It would be nice if someone could see me
Really get me
How to find the way
I’m not a pretty sight so
It’s not easy to put up with me
I don’t want to be a repeat of my dad’s life where there’s just nobody
I thought love would be enough
But it seldom is, isn’t it?
Around in circles we go
I doubt I’ll ever know
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