Blue or Pink

Bodies and souls are torn between two, blue or pink. Nothing in the middle but emptiness. Wandering in that emptiness are those that don’t identify with either binary or the society. The gender binary language has been imposed on them even though they don't want it. Religion and Society have imposed on them laws that are dictated by the organs between their legs.

I am a Gender Non-Binary person. I walk as a stranger amidst others, I perform, I hide it. I receive constant criticism from my family; they think I am shy of presenting as a woman, or that I am too masculine. When I tell them about my identity, they laugh. They don’t understand how I am a Gender Non-Binary person when I am a “Complete Woman”. For my voice is soft, and I look feminine if it weren’t for the way I dress and my short hair. I even love men.