Image from Pixabay Putting my words on the page Letting go of the rage Opening up my heart After it, all felt apart Emotions that feel like stones That hit you in your bones When my plea Is to be free Alex


Image from Pixabay At 7-years-oldI asked my auntWhy boys need to have blueAnd girls pink?Why can't the babyGrowing in my mummy’s tummyHave yellow instead?That was the first timeI rememberI started to question genderAnd connecting the dotsOf what this really meansAbout me Alex