In your binary world
There are
No shades
Of gray.
Everything is:
Yin/Yang
On/off
Black/white
Male/female.
Fitting neatly
Into pigeonholes
Of your mental construct.
Rejecting anything
Outside of these parameters
As blasphemous.
And yet
Life teaches us
Otherwise.
Gender is
Fluid-like
Running across
A spectrum.
In how
We express ourselves.
As male
Female
Androgynous
Or somewhere
Inbetween.
Regardless
Of our chromosomes
And hormonal chemistry.
As stated
On a lab report.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: On Friday, March 24, 2017, I accidently deleted an almost completed version of this poem, before my appointment with my eye specialist, concerning damage done to my eyes, due to Type II diabetes. At this moment, I don't need corrective glasses, but like life, that may change, when I see her, again, in September.
Over the past 3 days, have reconstructed this poem, from memory. Normally, I write my first draft out in long hand, in one of my notebooks, before transferring it, into one of my email accounts, to get a date stamp, for completion. My handwriting is neat, but very small, to the point, one could say, I'm writing, in code, with it. Especially, as the schools aren't teaching today's' children cursive, but focusing, instead, on typing and printing.
Guess, one day, it should be, the topic of a poem, by me, with a photo, of my handwriting.
