Is a celebration of gender
A love letter to
Beards, boobs, brawn
Soft, sweet and switchy
A love affair with all of what makes
Humans squirmy and itching to
Talk, meet, love.
I’ve always wondered why
I had to be either, or
And now I know I don’t.
I can be both, I can be nothing
I can be my own thing, myself
A self I hadn’t considered much
Without the expectations that come with her
Non-binary is how I reclaim
Who I am, who I want, and
Who I was all along. I identify
As all the parts of myself I can’t make peace with
As well as all the parts I love.
I am not exclusively anything —
Good, bad, smart, dumb, him, her, together or alone—
I feel more than one soul can take,
With this ideology
I have made myself a home