Yeah…

Call the cops, call the mechanic

we just bent the binary in traffic.

Airbag pop, new pronoun drop,

Chrome lip gloss, engine swap.

Dash lit up like gender reveal,

but my steering wheel don’t care how I feel.

License say “M,” but I swipe like “TBD,”

dual exhaust and identity.

I ain’t crashin’, I’m transcending

baby, every fender bender got a new ending.

Gender bender, hit the curb and swerved,

split the road and flipped the words.

I don’t break, I merge

who need lanes when you’re built like verbs?

Gender bender, double-parked my soul,

mirror cracked, but I look whole.

Tell the tow truck, “Don’t touch me, please

I’m street-certified non-binary chic.”

Switch gears, switch looks,

I’m the fine print they never read in books.

Pop my clutch, it’s a redefinition,

collision course turned self-transition.

Rearview flash, I see my past

it wink, then crash, that tank of gas.

They said “stay straight,” I took a curve,

came out fine with nerve to serve.

Gender bender, hit the curb and swerved,

split the road and flipped the words.

I don’t break, I merge

who need lanes when you’re built like verbs?

Gender bender, double-parked my soul,

mirror cracked, but I look whole.

Tell the tow truck, “Don’t touch me, please

I’m street-certified non-binary chic.”

Got hydraulics in my pronouns,

my chassis loud, my crown profound.

They can’t clock this, it’s aftermarket

I rebuilt me, I’m the spark that started.

Red light, green light, I rewrite the code,

auto-tuned chaos, pink and chrome.

Drag my flag through shattered glass,

burnin’ rubber on gender class.

I ain’t lost, I’m off the grid,

crashed the mold and flipped the lid.

My insurance call me “sir” again

I said “ma’am, I’m the accident.”

Gender bender, born to swerve,

uninsurable, got that nerve.

If the rules don’t fit, I twist the frame,

crash couture, that’s my name.

Gender bender, kiss my plate,

re-registered, self-made fate.

They said “stay safe,” I said “too late

I totaled the binary, ain’t that great?”