Y.W.P.B

A poem about the experience of being non-binary.

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I don’t seem to fit

Easily into categories

I’m a living contradiction

Too much, too little

Of one thing

Or another

My brain doesn’t work in boxes

But open fields and curved lines

My mind pales

In the wake

Of male and female

I’m a little bit of both

But not enough of either

I seem to fail your tests

Of what is normal

As if there’s a formal agreement

I mean

I’m fine with it

But you’re not

So I’ll give it a shot

To explain

It’s like a song I know

Too Normal, Too Weird

Well I’m

Too pink for the blue

Too blue for the pink

But you don’t think

It can be that way

You don’t understand

But of course

You can’t understand

When your perspective

Is pink

And blue

But I don’t need you to

I just need you to

Open your eyes

Recognise

That’s there’s more to your spectrum of colours

Than the ones you knew

So I’ll wait a few

Seconds, hours, days, years

Until you do

I’m patient

I’m used to my perspective

Being yellow, white, purple and black

And the rest like me

And the other colours

Are on track

To take back

What we’ve been neglected

An existence where the word ‘normal’

Means human

More than woman, enby or man

Even if you don’t believe

Or don’t want it to happen

I’ll hold out that it can

Because I’m a stubborn fuck

Who loves human-kind

Even if the kind they like

Isn’t mine