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This poem embodies the emotions of a confused teenager who throughout their life had to learn everything we discussed this week in class through years of self torment and self discovery. The poem takes us into the mind of a teenager who wants to conform to the gender that they felt they are more aligned with. However they, as they see themself, have no role model to show them how to behave and how to present their gender expression. They also are lacking clarity as to who they are since there is no term (or binary) that they fit into completely. As we follow the author, we can see how they progress once they are in college because they have learned ways to present themself. One of the ways included deepening the voice paired with restricting attributes that may not allow for passing such as binding their breasts. Throughout this college experience though, and most likely when they became more comfortable with who they were as a person, we notice that they begin to allow themself to be fluid between the two binaries. It was interesting to see how they wanted to present as male when they were younger but when they became older it seemed that an important part of their getting to know themself was to break the binaries and this seemed to make more sense in allowing them to come together inside and out as one person. Once they were able go through the process of disidentification by not feeling the need to bind themself (externally and internally) to one way that a gender performs they were able to achieve a clear understanding of who they were. Here is the poem: Nonbinary? Is That A Thing? When I was a senior in high school I thought I was a boy because the Only thing I saw in my future was A man with a smile and my broad shoulders. I spent a summer underneath a name That met my requirements to be a man And yet people were still confused Because my voice was high and I had boobs. Freshmen year of college and I’ve learned How to pitch my voice lower and bind My chest tighter so that no one questions Whether or not my claim to man is real. Winter break tears it apart again, the Same pain from high school burning My chest where a bra is instead of A homemade binder that broke. I changed my pronouns twice and Felt like I was wrong for being different Until someone showed me just how beautiful The word non-binary could be. Non-binary, neither girl nor boy, The best of both or none of either Mixed together in one single person To create the self image that they need To see themselves with beauty and Face the binary reality before them. It has been seven years since I cried Because I wasn’t enough of a man. I’m still not enough of the man My mental image made so real. And I am more than okay with that. Work Cited Shinyrobots (2014, June 28). Nonbinary? Is That A Thing? Retrieved February 26, 2017, from http://www.powerpoetry.org/poems/nonbinary-thing