Existence
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goldenphoenix
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This is a genderfluid awareness free-verse poem, so people can know what it's like for us genderfluid people

Existence

Somewhere there exists a girl.

Somewhere there exists a girl. She is kind,

Somewhere there exists a girl. She is kind, and soft,

Somewhere there exists a girl. She is kind, and soft, and sweet,

Somewhere there exists a girl. She is kind, and soft, and sweet, And a reader,

Somewhere there exists a girl. She is kind, and soft, and sweet, And a reader, a lover of books.

Somewhere there exists a girl. She is kind, and soft, and sweet, And a reader, a lover of books. She would read every one if she could

Somewhere there exists a girl. She is kind, and soft, and sweet, And a reader, a lover of books. She would read every one if she could People say she looks just like her mother.

Somewhere there exists a girl. She is kind, and soft, and sweet, And a reader, a lover of books. She would read every one if she could People say she looks just like her mother. She doesn't know what to think.

Someplace in the world, there is a boy.

Someplace in the world, there is a boy. He is shy,

Someplace in the world, there is a boy. He is shy, and peaceful,

Someplace in the world, there is a boy. He is shy, and peaceful, and small,

Someplace in the world, there is a boy. He is shy, and peaceful, and small, He is adventurous,

Someplace in the world, there is a boy. He is shy, and peaceful, and small, He is adventurous, dreaming of planets unknown.

Someplace in the world, there is a boy. He is shy, and peaceful, and small, He is adventurous, dreaming of planets unknown. He would wander the galaxy forever,

Someplace in the world, there is a boy. He is shy, and peaceful, and small, He is adventurous, dreaming of planets unknown. He would wander the galaxy forever, Trailing after him stardust and clouds.

Someplace in the world, there is a boy. He is shy, and peaceful, and small, He is adventurous, dreaming of planets unknown. He would wander the galaxy forever, Trailing after him stardust and clouds. Nobody notices him.

Connecting them is one person.

Connecting them is one person. They are creative,

Connecting them is one person. They are creative, and caring,

Connecting them is one person. They are creative, and caring, and bright.

Connecting them is one person. They are creative, and caring, and bright. Protective of the people they love,

Connecting them is one person. They are creative, and caring, and bright. Protective of the people they love, Even if those people overlook them.

Connecting them is one person. They are creative, and caring, and bright. Protective of the people they love, Even if those people overlook them. They feel too small to make a difference.

Connecting them is one person. They are creative, and caring, and bright. Protective of the people they love, Even if those people overlook them. They feel too small to make a difference. They want to find a purpose.

Three people, so very much alike.

Three people, so very much alike. Similar in so many ways,

Three people, so very much alike. Similar in so many ways, yet still different,

Three people, so very much alike. Similar in so many ways, yet still different Each unique in their own right.

Three people, so very much alike. Similar in so many ways, yet still different Each unique in their own right. All existing on the same Earth.

Three people, so very much alike. Similar in so many ways, yet still different Each unique in their own right. All existing on the same Earth. Separate, but never apart.

They like being themselves and each other.

They like being themselves and each other. The only downside to their lives,

They like being themselves and each other. The only downside to their lives, Is that that have to exist together,

They like being themselves and each other. The only downside to their lives, Is that that have to exist together, Stuck in the same body, unable to change.

They like being themselves and each other. The only downside to their lives, Is that that have to exist together, Stuck in the same body, unable to change. Each wishing to fit their own mold.

They like being themselves and each other. The only downside to their lives, Is that that have to exist together, Stuck in the same body, unable to change. Each wishing to fit their own mold. But they can't leave each other.

Sometimes the Girl is in control.

Sometimes the Girl is in control. She is the happiest of them,

Sometimes the Girl is in control. She is the happiest of them, She loves her body,

Sometimes the Girl is in control. She is the happiest of them, She loves her body, which amazingly

Sometimes the Girl is in control. She is the happiest of them, She loves her body, which amazingly Fits her, like the perfect glove.

Sometimes the Girl is in control. She is the happiest of them, She loves her body, which amazingly Fits her, like the perfect glove. She wished to make the others just as happy.

The In-Between doesn't hate their body.

The In-Between doesn't hate their body. They like how soft they look some days

The In-Between doesn't hate their body. They like how soft they look some days Like when they can look in between.

The In-Between doesn't hate their body. They like how soft they look some days Like when they can look in between. But they still feel wrong sometimes.

The In-Between doesn't hate their body. They like how soft they look some days Like when they can look in between. But they still feel wrong sometimes. They don't feel like they can complain.

The Boy has it much worse than them.

The Boy has it much worse than them. When he has control his body is wrong,

The Boy has it much worse than them. When he has control his body is wrong, The opposite of what he needs to exist.

The Boy has it much worse than them. When he has control his body is wrong, The opposite of what he needs to exist. He deals with his problem though.

The Boy has it much worse than them. When he has control his body is wrong, The opposite of what he needs to exist. He deals with his problem though. He binds his chest and wears button-ups.

The Boy has it much worse than them. When he has control his body is wrong, The opposite of what he needs to exist. He deals with his problem though. He binds his chest and wears button-ups. But that doesn't make it right.

Nobody knows that they share.

Nobody knows that they share. Most people are content being one thing.

Nobody knows that they share. Most people are content being one thing. With having a solid identity.

Nobody knows that they share. Most people are content being one thing. With having a solid identity. But it wasn't their fault, it is how they are made.

They didn't ask to be a river.

They didn't ask to be a river. But they still follow the tides.

They didn't ask to be a river. But they still follow the tides. They wouldn't change who they are.

They didn't ask to be a river. But they still follow the tides. They wouldn't change who they are. They get along fine with each aspect of themself

They didn't ask to be a river. But they still follow the tides. They wouldn't change who they are. They get along fine with each aspect of themself Compensating, trying to feel whole.

They didn't ask to be a river. But they still follow the tides. They wouldn't change who they are. They get along fine with each aspect of themself Compensating, trying to feel whole. They have tricks to help them feel right.

They didn't ask to be a river. But they still follow the tides. They wouldn't change who they are. They get along fine with each aspect of themself Compensating, trying to feel whole. They have tricks to help them feel right. But perfection doesn't exist.

Dysphoria comes like a storm.

Dysphoria comes like a storm. Turing the river into a rushing waterfall,

Dysphoria comes like a storm. Turing the river into a rushing waterfall, Full of doubt and self-loathing.

Dysphoria comes like a storm. Turing the river into a rushing waterfall, Full of doubt and self-loathing. Certain things help calm the storm,

Dysphoria comes like a storm. Turing the river into a rushing waterfall, Full of doubt and self-loathing. Certain things help calm the storm, But sometimes it just keeps raining.

They push through the floods

They push through the floods Of anxiety

They push through the floods Of anxiety and doubt

They push through the floods Of anxiety and doubt and fear.

Giving themself a bowtie for the Boy,

Giving themself a bowtie for the Boy, A beanie for the In-Between,

Giving themself a bowtie for the Boy, A beanie for the In-Between, A skirt for the Girl.

Giving themself a bowtie for the Boy, A beanie for the In-Between, A skirt for the Girl. They persist.

Giving themself a bowtie for the Boy, A beanie for the In-Between, A skirt for the Girl. They persist. And they live.

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