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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