What can I say. I've thought about it several times and I'm not really sure what to tell them though I'm certain they must wonder who these people are. Reclaim the they, the them, the gender neutral, singular plural-"us" We are strong willed and self-assured now willing to step up and Come out To you the world has been full of misery my friend they are more enthralled with mystery with the binary sexes and the non-conforming Pre-tenses I can relax now, shudders-- my back to the past and the cool wind chill it's no ocean and no wonder I couldn't have, I didn't come to tell you anything more different, a mere radical, a quivered lip bit and mouths closed skin guarded Chapped lips stay dry now for more than age's a number, a lover, an arm caught beneath since I can't remember what he smelled like, what she tasted like How they threw themselves and hurled towards me like cattle on a fresh cut grass field where it did not belong where I could not hear, taste, see or smell the cotton of my own shirt the legacy of my mother's hurt tongue tied down, wrapped up and wretched symphonies proclaimed They're sorry, she giggled and smiled at me The next morning I bobbled my mind like an old figurine I shuddered the thought and just like that my head bounced up and down and side to side a cock to the left, and right! I whispered aloud glimmered, dulled down to that question: Exactly how many are there of me? And if I dare just leave it, we may as well lead all you bored faced straight suckers in all the good stuff Like my non-conformative so very gendered and unresisted binding to the boys and the girls I am screaming Their only one request is that this exclude none of us.