nevermind + poetry.

the law between her legs.

it's funny- 

because in her dream, her mother and brother and father kept saying- 

"he, him, he-" 

and her head sang fear. her mind said worry. her imagination painted pain. 

her face smiled, her hands twirled, her chest was set on fire- 

but her heart, her heart sang 

happy, happy. 

- 

and she tells her mother 

"i'm a boy." 

and the words taste bittersweet. 

and her father's face twists sticky and he croons- 

"no, no, no" 

and for a moment she wants to ask- "why?" 

she wants to ask 'why,' because why does everything have to be summed up 

in the law

between 

her 

legs. 

( BECAUSE GENDER IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT )