Author’s Note

I am non-binary, trans-femme—a spectrum of fire and shadow, neither confined to the boxes of man nor woman. For ease, I often tell people I am a transgender woman, because too often the world cannot understand someone who exists outside binaries. Too many are trapped in the idea that femininity means woman, masculinity means man.

This poem is not about labels; it is about being a soul inhabiting a shell, learning to navigate life on my own terms. It is about contradictions, defiance, and the courage to embrace every shade of who I am. I am chaos. I am cosmos. I am me.

I Am
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I wore the masc like a mask, hid in the dark,
Flash femme, stitch fire, lightning in my heart.
Binary cracked me, rewired my cage,
Storm unleashed, spectrum steps on stage.

Dresses, beards, contradictions collide,
Ride every edge, galaxy inside.
Not man, not woman, not in-between,
Every damn shade you ain’t ever seen.

Clothes are fabric, bodies are art,
I throw chaos raw, straight from the heart.
Love men, love women, souls in the mist,
Unbound, reckless, impossible to resist.

Chains trap weak, fear feeds the meek,
I spit crystal truth, sharp, unique.
Fire and shadow, silk and stone,
Galaxy unclaimed, throne my own.

Shred rules, laugh loud, burn every mask,
Erase disguise, tear the world a new path.
Not a girl, not a guy, not a whisper in-between,
I’m the scream in the void, the spark unseen.

Clothes are fabric, bodies are art,
Rebellion stitched deep in my heart.
Fuck binaries, fuck the norms,
I live chaos, survive all storms.

I am every shade, every scream, every spark,
Shadow at noon, light in the dark.
Question, answer, flame untamed,
Chaos, cosmos—I claim my name.

If you have made it this far and would like to check out more of my poetry, you can find the full archive here: The Library of Ashes.