Wednesday, April 3, 2013

A poem

Pronouns

She,
for she thought she was a she--
remove an s and you're a he,
add a chromosome and you're XY.
Yes she thought, she was a she--
was she?

For she was an XX,
with curvy hips and a waist,
and she bled once a month.
But did an s make such a difference?
Surely not,
she thought.

And she, who fell for
hes shes theys eys zes--
made love by holding hands
and writing people into her life.
For she had no conventional label but
"she loved."

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