I'm interrupted in the hallway
walking back to my classroom
from the bathroom
by a girl
who she is idk
with ten layers of lip gloss
and 2 inch long fake eyelashes
walking out of the gym
looks at me
"Are you a boy or a girl?"
I'm silent shocked staring
only for a second
"I'm a girl"
walk back into class
am I really that masculine?
sure I'm wearing 'boys jeans'
girl jeans make me feel weird
I have a unibrow and thick eyebrows
I don't dress like the other girls
but I've got long hair
are my boobs
really that small?
I'm in a rage
for the rest of the day
did I do something wrong?
did I?
did I?
but the thing is
I'm not
a girl
not fully
Demigirl, 3/4 girl
I like that 1/4 nonbinary
Don't tell me it's not a gender
It is
the feeling resides in me now
that weird pinprick in my chest
wondering
why?
why did she need to know?
so random
making me question myself
again
after I just thought I finally found out
who I am
(read the bold words altogether)
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A poem a day
PoetryI'm writing one poem, every day. I'm actually writing them in a notebook, so I may not update every day. Just random freestyle poems.
