An Exploration on Non-Binary Identity
When I was younger, my friends told me
"Don't wear sports bras, they'll make you flat."
and I wore a sports bra every chance I got.
When I was a teenager, my friends asked me
"Don't you want to show off your assets?"
with a pointed look at my chest.
Though, I couldn't handle the thought of emphasizing
something that turned me into another being,
because whoever she was,
whoever other people wanted me to be,
didn't feel like myself.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I still can't call
myself a "girl" or a "woman",
but I can't call myself a "man" either,
because what's a label if not something
for other people to slap onto me?
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Gender is a binary, and I am in between.