non-binary – Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

This poem is a reflection on identity, expectation, and self-perception. It pokes fun at the rigid “alpha/beta” hierarchies humans obsess over, while also embracing the awkward, complicated truth of being a loner—or a “lone wolf with no wolfly features.” It’s a celebration of existing somewhere in-between: neither fitting the molds others prescribe, nor apologizing for being too observant, too complex, too queer, too alive in your own terms. Humor and honesty are both weapons here, used to dismantle clichés and to claim space for a self that refuses binaries.

Non-binary fairy standing under an autumn tree, surrounded by falling leaves, half in shadow and half in soft pastel light, representing isolation and self-reflection. — *“Somewhere In-Between” — A reflection on identity, solitude, and the courage to exist unapologetically as oneself.*

Somewhere In-Between (Neither Alpha, Nor Beta)
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Sometimes it feels like
nobody wants me around.
That’s okay though—
I don’t want me around either.

I’m so off-putting—
I’m not a people pleaser.
A lone-wolf,
with no wolfly features.

I write too much.
I don’t say enough.
Too observant
for my own good.

Everybody wants an alpha male—
Not some beta boy, beta fish,
Watch him get pissed.
Headbutting his own reflection.

Me?
I carry myself with class.
Not an alpha, not a beta,
Somewhere in-between.

I wrote this—
And I don’t know
what it means.

I write too much.
I don’t say enough.
Too observant
for my own good.

Like, everyone wants to lock-in.
Stuck in the binary—
But me? I’m a non-binary fairy,
Queer as fuck, like the ones I don’t give.

And it feels like
nobody wants me around.
That’s okay though—
I understand.

I’m too confusing.
Too complex.
I recognize a pattern,
I know what comes next.

Everybody leaves,
like it’s autumn.
Gaining distance
from the trees.

I write too much.
I don’t say enough.
Way too observant
for my own good.

If you have made it this far and would like to check out more of my work, you can find it [here] in The Library of Ashes.

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.

Non-binary trans-femme figure surrounded by cosmic fire and shadow, radiating defiance and self-expression. — **I Am***: Embracing contradictions, defying binaries, and shining unapologetically in fire and shadow.*

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.

Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: non-binary

Somewhere In-Between: A Non-Binary Reflection on Identity, Isolation, and Defiance

I Am: A Non-Binary, Trans-Femme Poem of Fire, Shadow, and Identity