When I douse my clothes in
lighter fluid, I second guess my
chances of being looked at again
and again. The make-up is gone,
not a curling iron or blow dryer in sight.
I rarely comb my hair, for it puts up a fight.
All I want to do is leave womanhood to
the women that plan to give birth.
I loose control of the real me
and what society makes gender roles
to be perceived.
Though I am a girl, I disagree with
many of the "girly" traits and mannerisms.
I want to be me without a label.
Disregard my sparkly jewels,
pink shirts, and friendly smile...
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