By Lily Moody

Pink or blue

When our daughters are taught to hold their tongues and our sons are taught to hold their tears, when all we want to do is scream and sob.

Pink or blue

When dolls and toy trucks, bows and baseball gloves are used as barriers to separate us,
when femininity and masculinity are shamed from crossing paths.

Pink or blue

When the blood pumps the same through all bodies and these bones cage a fire so much brighter than they will ever begin to understand.

When he paints his lips dark red and finally feels beautiful, when she lets the hair on her body grow into a forest.


Lily Moody is a former yet-to-be-published writing student and an activist, located in Southern New Hampshire and hoping to make a difference through poetry and prose.

Photo credit: Homo Erectus via a Creative Commons license.

By | 2017-08-16T13:11:44+00:00 August 17th, 2017|Categories: Issue 36: 17 Aug 2017|Tags: , |1 Comment

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  1. Joyce 2017-08-18 at 1:16 am

    Simply put.

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