Male, Female; What are they? Bodily form? Personal identity? Form; What is, Right or wrong? Conformity? The death of self expression? Self, Spirit; The body. Independent. Dictated stereotypes. Benign spiritual existance; Bewilderment, experience; education. Humanity's ostracizing torment; Ignorance, judgement; reformation. For better, for worse; Whether Venus or Mars; Gender is a universe, And we are the stars. This poem is about a lot of personal turmoil. I did not actually come up with the last two lines, I just took them and added my idea behind them.
i love this stepping stone of lines about yourself... be yourself what ever .... lovenpeace from saff the stars are my dreams... i see them shine for all here..high above our earth........
Thanks for the feedback. I like to encompass patterns into my poetry; the first three stanzas have a syllabel pattern that builds up every other line.
