Womxnhood

my womxnhood sits in the bowl of a vast ocean

swirling about my teeth as I drink

sliding down my neck, my chest, my arms, my legs,

drinking it down, even the dregs

my womxnhood flows like a tide

to and fro, up and down

first to bathe, then to drown

passionate then fleeting.

my womxnhood is hard to grasp

I run through your fingers when you grab at me

receding into the deep

just to condense on your skin while you sleep

my womxnhood is strong and bold

and infinitely difficult for you to hold

or dismiss with some casual flick of the wrist

like a dog on a leash you can twist

my womxnhood is not chained by your binary

your biology, your flesh, your genes

I would no sooner fall to patriarchy

than trans exclusionary bigotry

my womxnhood is angry and hurt

by the words you so casually throw about

and when I scream at the flesh cut out

you tell me I'm divisive?

my womxnhood is vast and deep

dark at the bottom and frothing at the surface

infinite to all who accept it

cruel to those who reject it

while the salt of transphobia's blight

would kill everything in sight

my womxnhood is free

every tree grows from me

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