Meh-sexual

They called her a meh-sexual
because she wasn’t pan
because it wasn’t about the sex
or the chromosomes
or the gender-assigned-at-birth.

It was about their sunrise-eyes
and the smell of their hair
at the break of dawn
when they laid in bed talking
and shaking with mirth.

(Note: this is a short slam poem)

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