Transgender,
a made up word that is a grand modern gesture,
about our long centuries of ancestors.
Having a diverse third gender
adds, not takes away from the judgmental clans,
and the tender romances.
Enter into the history of centuries of our family’s
enuchs, kathoeys,
khantihs, nadleehis, and ihamances,
being accepted and allowed to fluidly thrive,
and honored and or denigrated
as cowards and or warriors
in and out of switched traditional and nontraditinal roles
with and or without a womb.
©️ July 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems

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