Being Her
Blue Suit
I saw a man today in a soft blue suit he glowed in a radiant texture I never did glow like that now I wear skirts and dresses I glow
Being Her
Poems of gender, emergence, and the sacred act of naming oneself.
Poems of gender, emergence, and the sacred act of naming oneself.
Being Her
I saw a man today in a soft blue suit he glowed in a radiant texture I never did glow like that now I wear skirts and dresses I glow
Being Her
I was a little girl when patriarchy told me to be a boy little girls obey like a precision cookie cutter the role is well defined little girls conform I read the script played the role and put the costume on little girls are invisible I loved the patriarchy I