I am a woman.
Or so I'm told.
But how can I be a woman,
When the me in the mirror
Doesn't match the me in my head,
Because I just can't comprehend
Seeing ****?
When I want to peel my skin off
Because it itches at the seams,
Of the stitched in expectations
Of my ***?
When the people all around me
Laugh and say “it's natural”
When I dare to express my discomfort,
And it seems I'm the only one
Who struggles with the day to day
Of existing as a “miss”,
And my name doesn't fit unless it's shortened?
So I strap down my chest
So you can't see it.
But still my face screams woman,
And my voice
And my hips
And that ever ******,
Mother ******* “MISS”.
I know my **** are still there,
Their discomfort physical now,
Not just a mental ache.
And every month I bleed,
And it's like my body's betraying me.
But the whole world says that's just the way it is.

I'm tired of the way it is.
I'm tired of your boxes.
I climb out of one
To be kicked into another,
Not a woman, fine.
So I must want to be a man?
I must want to join the ranks
Of the people that have disgusted me,
Debased me
And repulsed me?
Of the people making sport
Of the gender I have lived with?
No.
No.
I won't live with a gender,
With your ******* expectations,
Or your games
Or your stupid little boxes.
Pink,
Or blue?
I LIKE ******* BOTH.
I want hairy legs,
But not a hairy chest.
I don't want ****,
But I don't want a ***** either.
I want long hair,
Without assumptions I'm a girl.

I want to exist outside society.
It's broken.

Am I passing or am I fasting from the first time it’s just too long lasting not knowing where your soul lies is it in the sky can you grab it with your fists is it gentle is it your first time doing this I need some rubbing on my temples it’s a new angel from the times of bliss I’m slow but I do it better learn fast we’re different but let’s try another choking cherubs we steal it the water from Zion it started with eve ramblings laying on my dresser I don’t know what my soul speaks it’s ders please ders says ders got all the language to find the knowledge in your head but wake up you’re different in my dreams ders is flying open eyelids I don’t know why I try this therapeutic tumbles guts jumbled y’all too scared I’m scared we don’t like to talk about this **** weight lifts we let it out hair clips bald **** is it the alcohol after all the narcissism swimming ball from heads to toes blood content overflows the boat don’t go down that stream don’t let your mind think those things don’t fumble when your hearts already rumbling learn how to talk right manifest the good things to live by I’m ending all negative thinking by letting out my mind y’all should give it a try

I fell in love.
they are so beautiful
they are them
enby is an exotic way
to say handsome and amazing
in every single way

I am a Non Binary PUNK REBEL

A person that's not afraid to wear a leather jacket that saids "Homophobia Is Gay'

A PUNK who's also GOTH, EMO and a METALHEAD

Who loves to write poetry about their mental health

That is going to be an English teacher one day

Who has their own poetry book out for the whole world to read

YOU.
I see you—
like a field of flowers, each blooming in your own way.
All individuals. All so unique. All so vibrant.

I know times are dark.
The shade of fear and hatred
spreads shadows across our wondrous gardens.
But still—you shine.
Enby, trans, queer—the names are many,
for we contain multitudes.

I see YOU.
Yes, you.
I see how brightly you shine, even when life tries to dim you.
When the dark specter of depression clouds your vision.
When your mind flashes from thought to thought,
never resting, always racing.
When pain rolls and thunders through your body—
I still see you.

I see YOU.
You are timeless.
Your strength is your authenticity.
I see how you become your true self.
How you hold space.
How you carry one another through the dark,
your light bringing joy, warmth, love.
You bring all that into my life.

I see YOU.
Even you—the ones who feel forgotten.
The flowers I see carry bruises.
Some spring back quickly. Some take time.
Burdens weigh down your petals—
but the rain of shared tears,
the sunlight of being seen,
restores your bloom.

I see YOU.
All of you—
your joy,
your pain,
your warmth,
your struggle.

You are flowers—
some forged of steel,
some radiant as the sun,
but all blooming,
still here,
still seen.