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This is written with many things in mind, bullying and the shortness of life among them.
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I enjoy playing with words, so this is just a "how I see it" kind of poem
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What's the point in being fake?
When all it does is make you break?
And being you so much fun,
butwhen you're fake, you're forced to run.
It tires..
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Whenever I wear my baggy pants,
my mom is always goin' on rants sayin',
"Why can't you dress
more like a girl?"
It makes me steam,
wanna stand up..
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I'm tired of waiting
for people to try.
To tryand see things
with me eye to eye.
And every time I hear their words,
theymakes me want to cry.
"..
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My baggy jeans,
My rags,
My rings,
My boots,
My caps,
My hidden straps,
My life that's been a lie.
I'm going on,
Screaming, "You're wrong",
A..
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What's so hard to understand?
It's just the way I am.
I'm a boy and I'm a girl.
I'm not confused,
I AM.
So let me dress the way I want,
and be ..
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What's in a gender?
More like, "What's a gender in?"
I'll tell you.
It's in your head,
not in your pants.
It's "who" you are,
not "what".
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Gender and Sex,what's the diff?Sex is what you are,Gender's how you live.
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What you hiding, boy?Trying on your baggy clothesand practicing the way you walk,the way you think,the way you talk.What you hiding, boy?A pair of bre..
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