Gendershame Game

I adore how you twist them
you almost look like a little boy
but, you aren't.
my pulse knows
the hotness of your bold honesty
you remind me to see the suchness
unlearn the labels I've been taught
peel back to the sweeter nectar
to allow things to be themselves
you've carved yourself
out of this and that and neither
and both
with no thought of, "omg, is he wearing lipstick?"
you were not made to fit in a world where-
these clothes are for you
these clothes are not.
You twist them to find what's underneath
their layers of gendershame
watching them squirm in vain
for a category
is not a sport you force
you just are
all and other and you know
it doesn't really matter
aren't there better things to talk about?
aren't there other combats going on?
This game is silly, just a throwback
to a repressed collective history
like we're only attracting certain forms
you allow people to offer you a taste,
but it's more what they say, it's more who they are
than whether they bloom in pink or blue
not long ago founding fathers wore wigs
even powder, stockings and heels
it was practical- they wanted shapely legs
and to cover poor hygiene.
we're all being twisted around this gendergame
bodies aren't anything if not convenient
but we give too much away
to continue the binary convenience of labels
like parts of us only fit with 1/2 the toolbox
you say, tools are meant to be used
& it's not what I say or look like,
but what I do
that will open you.