They call me woman.
Or wo man.
One part that makes up two binaries.
I ask myself, what is gender, if not other, and why does it have to be a part of me?
Stuck between boundaries,
I’m told what I can and can’t be,
when the only person I seek is
my authentic way of being.
If art is expression
and a form of resistance,
and my gender is an expression of me,
then why choose the path of least resistance, when my gender is my artform
and how I find autonomy.
I thus call to my siblings;
whether that be my sisters,
brothers, or others,
and elicit their help in bringing down the heteropatriarchy. It’s through these movements that we find each other,
and stand together as one collective entity, beginning the process
Of reinventing the way we look at gender identity.