A social construct-
Or woven into my core?
What about those
who walk the line-
Or the ones who
Cross to the other side?Is my euphoria at
Throwing off the rules-
Or is this who I really am…

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The Secret Life of Thought
PoesiaSometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
Gender Blurred
A social construct-
Or woven into my core?
What about those
who walk the line-
Or the ones who
Cross to the other side?Is my euphoria at
Throwing off the rules-
Or is this who I really am…