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THE ART OF YOUR GENDER; Collage Poetry, 2023
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i’d like to eat the gender up, crumble it into pieces on my stomach, and destroy it within me
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from Cashier at campus thai restaurant calls me [sir] by becky tarasick
#poets on tumblr#nonbinary#gender poetry#queer poetry#mine#forthcoming in identity theory mag!! you'll see it soon i hope#b!poetry
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i am a mouth full of teeth. you do not know me.
i sing in the mirror. i unfold into leaves.
you point out my outline. i morph into something new.
i am always going to be one step ahead of you.
i simmer in the dark. i grow into trees.
i am a palm full of water. you do not know me.
untitled by laika wallace
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#poetry#original poetry#original writing#queer poetry#gender poetry#my writing#this was a piece that i wrote for the queer muslim project back uhhhh late last year!#im really proud of this one#also someone help how do i format my posts#please what do i do#why did tumblr crunch the quality dear lord
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i want to be a man
who embodies warmth.
the soft caress of stubble against skin,
the musky smell of old spice.
i want to be a man,
who embodies empathy.
letting the tears fall freely,
caught in the tangles of my facial hair,
fresh and new.
i want to be a man,
who is not defined by the violence of his fathers,
but the softness and kindness and strength of his mothers.
women who fought,
long and hard,
to be seen with an ounce of the respect now bestowed on my masculinized body.
i want to be a man.
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girl help im writing poetry as a coping mechanism
#child abuse#parental abuse#ghost#haunting#poetry#poem#poets of tumblr#childhood trauma#trauma poetry#poets corner#poets on tumblr#lotr#legolas#trans poetry#queer poetry#trans ftm#free form poetry#gender poetry#childhood poetry#original poem#original poetry#cw abuse#tw child abuse
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I wrote another notes app poem finally
Inspired by a random tiktok I saw but can’t find anymore
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god gave us transness
God gave us day and night, but that doesn’t erase dawn and dusk
God gave us the ocean, filled with beasts and monsters and the division of land and water. This doesn’t erase the coral reefs and beaches that crawl between the edge of each.
God gave us man and man gave us woman, who is to say there isn't more that man can give us?
God gave us the fruits and beasts of the land, and we create exorbitant feasts and frivolous parties.
God gave us rain to quench our thirst and to feed our crops.
Yet these clouds cover the sun, does that mean God renounces the light?
The mere absence of one does mitigate its existence, as is the existence of the other doesn’t fault the one.
I’ve existed as a woman, living for years under another name and sharing the experiences of women.
There was no mistake.
God made me in their visage, a visage of abundant change and never-ending curiosity.
I swam to the other side, crossing the line between land and sea, embracing dusk and dawn, to see what else man had for me.
I tended to myself, as we have done to our crops.
God gave us seeds and rain to grow our feasts.
God gave me testosterone and needles to stroke the fire in my heart.
I studied every change, as my voice became scratchy and dropped, those first pangs of pain were a sign of a rising sun.
The world gave me a new name, from the plethora of written works and history that man has yielded.
I forged my own path until I lifted the quite literal weight off my chest.
There is more to God’s creations than just two things- the dew filled dawns, agate filled beaches, sweet rainbows in the sky.
I have never believed in a god.
But one that has created so many things, must have wanted us to create too
#god gave us transness#juliankjarboe#inspired by juliankjarboe's quote from#Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel#trans#queer poetry#gender poetry#writing#prose#transgram#own writing#noodleggio#spilled ink
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Im not her.
Im not the girl I see every day,
staring back at me.
She's just a reflection, she can't hurt me.
I am a he,
I am a man.
But still, deep inside i wonder,
Why do I feel exhausted from trying to hide?
Hide my chest? Hide my thighs?
All I want is to have been an XY.
#tw gender dysphoria#tw vent ig#sorry#Seriously father it ain't that hard to have given me a y chromosome#transgender#trans masc#trans guy#trans men#trans man#transmasc#ftm#trans#gender poetry#boyflux
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laundry + gender.
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Show me some gender-related art! Writing, drawings, photography, or anything else. I'd love to see it.
- Your Bigender Big Brother 💙💚
(There's a short poetry piece of mine below the cut and I put it there because of the use of the f slur. I hope you enjoy it if you do read it!)
Stardust Soul
The universe didn't create me out of spite
There's an ethereal reason I was put here
Confused, ambitious, but not broken or wrong
The next time you dare call me a faggot
Remember that this body is made of stardust
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i swear
she only wear those guys' jeans 'cause the pockets are so big
she only wear loose t-shirts 'cause that fashion is her thing
she only cut her hair short 'cause she couldn't manage long
she only has that "nickname" for a joke.
a dare, i swear
he only wears those skirts 'cause there's a protest at the school
he only has long hair 'cause he plays drums and it looks cool
he only likes your makeup 'cause he's into cosplay stuff
he only has that outfit for a joke.
a dare, i swear
#a poem about lying to your parents in super believable ways#poetry#gender#gender presentation#gender poetry#trans#transgender#trans poetry#gooses poems
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he feels:
like any other word in a conversation. flows softly and quietly out of one's mouth.
like an evident secret
round and smooth, like a river stone fitting snugly in your palm. you'll put it in your pocket and find yourself holding it without meaning to.
she feels:
like unexpectedly grinding sand between your teeth after a beautiful day at the beach
like a sharp ringing in your ears, and a buzz of an outlet following
like flushing pink head to toe from something akin to embarrassment and pride, simultaneously
like baring her teeth. like a threat without intent, but unavoidable due to the nature of the lip formation when pronounced.
#personal#gender#creative writing#poetry#gender poetry#it doesnt have to be good or relatable. its just my thoughts and feelings#hey look at me! i did a creative writing exercise as a coping tool ! ⭐#pronouns#i still use she pronouns. its just nuanced.#getting called girl by others outloud still knocks the wind out of me a little despite knowing its used without the gender connotations
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must i make the choice to be fe/male?
is it not enough to be formed of the same flesh as
the buck who died for someone’s dinner
or their laughter?
i’m from the ground up
hooves and teeth and all
it doesn’t matter how i make
not like it matters to you
must i make the choice to tell you my name?
is it not enough to be wrought of the same iron as this knife?
cutting away flesh
strip by strip
to feed or to flush you out
either way by laika wallace
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“I wish and I wish I were a man: / Or, better then any being, were not: / Were nothing at all in all the world, / Not a body and not a soul: / Not so much as a grain of dust / Or a drop of water from pole to pole.”
Christina Rossetti, From the Antique (1896)
#quotes#literature#poetry#lit#british literature#british poetry#victorian literature#female poets#victorian poetry#gender poetry#christina rossetti#spilled ink
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