I was born within the language of words that surrendered gender in the birth of seaborne tangled tongues
In Hawaiian, pronouns specify only numbers and not gender
And this ocean grown language seems to closer understand the fluidity of my identity
I was raised by men
In a language where it failed to acknowledge the difference between my self and them
I must have learned to read between the lines before god had read between his
But this was all yesterday
Before Jesus
Before dictionaries our words
Were seamless
The stitches holding my skin to my heard
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