I am human.
I am a woman, I am a man.
I am both and neither.
I am not defined by flesh, blood, genes.
By a dress, colors, or a pair of jeans.
I am defined by blood, tears, synapses.
Breaking, tearing, falls, and collapses.
See past my sex, see past my body. Be that
Not what you see when I am
kind to you.
I owe you nothing.
My beauty is my own.
When you see a pair of
old, kind eyes. Do you see
their gender first? Does
Wisdom have a sex? Does
Compassion?
See me not as an object to
Consume.
See me not as a gender you
Assume.
I am human.
I am my own.