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| I was born exposed to pre-disposed stereotypes. Engorging on my being. Infecting my thoughts. All the while teaching… Telling me what to do. And the looming sanctions for disobeying it’s teachings cannot be corrupted, nor dismissed. When to be free you must first be encaged. No matter how big the outcry, I am quickly scolded by the tongue and written off as a fluke. A small ripple in a never ending ocean of ignorance. Masculinity. Femininity. As I choose I choose neither. Remaining gender deviant till the scolding tongues burn and melt my skin. So as I lace up my boots and roll up my stockings, dismiss my gender. For like all good ripples I will eventually disappear. And like all good ripples, I will at first spread. cori graham |