gender is joy

it's often taken and turned

told that it hurts

that it's killing people

condemning children

but the only real pain

is the insistence of it

you want to convince me

that it's terminal

that it's contagious

that it's ruining me

when it is me

the cross-dressing

the butterfly clips

and body hair

and makeup

and elegance

and roughness

it's all me

i am infinite

how could i only nurture

how could i only hunt

when there's such beauty in both

i contain dualities, contradictions,

multitudes and endless change

i am a boy and a girl

a fuckery of inbetweenness

and stunning confusion

i cross from parts of myself to the other

joyfully and understandingly

i am such a gentle boy

and such a ferocious young girl

gender has brought me compassion

for myself and the conflicts of life

i love my friends and the way we exist

there is nothing wrong with us

i love gender