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Shapeshifters' Soliquay

 To you, I am fleeting, a spark in a room of steady flames. I am weather, shifting, spilling from sky to sea, uncatchable. I own this fluid flesh, its soft rebellion, its song of shape without end. Call me strange, call me wrong— I will still be singing long after your words fall silent, changing, growing, defying the limits you cage me within.  The poem begins with the imagery of being fleeting, a spark in a room of steady flames, which beautifully encapsulates the experience of existing outside of binary norms. For many non-binary individuals, identity is not a fixed point but rather a spectrum—ever-changing and evolving. Like weather that shifts from sky to sea, a non-binary person navigates a world that often seeks to define them in rigid terms, yet remains as uncatchable as the poem suggests. The concept of owning one's fluid flesh and celebrating its soft rebellion speaks to the liberation found in embracing one's authentic self. Non-binary identity is about defying the c

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