CAUTION: This is one of my darker poems. While it does mention death, there's no depiction of anyone being hurt or harmed in it. Still, if something like that might be triggering for you, then please be careful.

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There once was a child
Who thought ze was dead.
Ze saw with hir I's
And lived in hir head.

One day ze came out to
Our cramped little world.
They told hir ze must be
A boy or a girl.

Ze gazed at them fiercely
With hir glittering I's.
Then said very softly,
"Stop speaking in lies."

Then off danced the child
Who thought ze was dead.
Ze came to our world
And went out of hir head.