They search for love on street corners
dark, dirt illuminated by flickering lights
Their knees wobble, their heart throbs
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
Chants the rhythm, bursting in their temple
They hug leather jackets around their shoulders
Breathe second-hand smoke and exhail
stail alcohol, memories of last night
that their body remembers, but not their mind
The cold freezes the metal in their face
frost-bitten kisses, given by the night
Crams hands in too-tiny pockets,
Tailored for fashion and not practicality
Like their body bent under strange hands
Unsustained by the demands of other’s lust
They are crumbled one-doller bills
Used condoms, and gum chewed, spit
Under other people’s shoes
They look for their next use
Like china cups on shelves
Longing to be filled
They are empty, fighting to escape
the dust threatening to gather
The cobwebs forming in their heart
Claws of neglect
please respect feminine non binary people.
please respect androgynous non binary people.
please respect masculine non binary people.
please always remember non binary people don’t have to dress in anyway to prove their gender identity to you.
abolish the concept of ‘passing’ & start accepting that theres no specific way any gender has to look to be valid
You are broken bones