𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Just a Person

I'm not a girl, not a boy either,

just a person, with no leader.

Please respect that I'm no daughter,

but what I could be is a mother.

Yellow, white, purple, black,

a gender is what I lack.

Non-binary is my hue,

not something like pink or blue.

When I tell people I'm they/them,

they turn into a scared lamb.

I joke about feeling plural,

but in reality, I'm just one numeral.

If I were to tell my parents,

they'd tell me that I'm out of my mind.

or look a me as if I've multiplied.

I'm not binary,

I'm just me,

so, can you just let me be?

No ones, no zeros,

just twos and threes.

I'm overlooked as (a) weirdo(s) it seems,

being non-binary is like begging on my knees.

No need for death threats,

because that'll send my depression into a spiralling mess.

All I can say, is "Slay to the theys,"

and "don't try to end my days."

Thank you wonderful binaries for reading to my sad and complicated poem!