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Something About GenderI'm not a girl
Because according to everyone else I'm unable to be one
Because girls are supposed to be spineless
Supposed to be weak
Supposed to be small
Supposed to be quiet
So I must be a boy
Because that's what the world sees in me
It sees courage
It sees passion
It sees anger
It sees a swinging crowbar
But I can't be a boy
Because according to everyone else I'm not male
Because I have breasts
I have ovaries
I have a uterus
I have a vagina
So I'm not a girl
But I'm not a boy
I'm too rough but I'm soft
I kick up my heels but sometimes I wear heels
I wear rings but sometimes they're worn on a fist
I sit slouched with my legs open and a knife in my hand
But I'm not a tranny
But I respond to "woman"
And I respond to "boy"
And I can be called "he" and "she" and answer to both
Because I don't know which one I should answer to
Because apparently neither apply
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
Who says I dont care?I don't care who you are
I don't care what you were
But if you are with me,
I will care about you
I don't care where you live
I don't care what you live in
But if you have no reason to live,
I will help you find your reason
I don't care what relationship you had
I don't care who they were with
But if they hurt you,
I will be there for you
I know I don't care about many things
I know I'm blunt and insensitive at times
Just know that
I am your friend and you are mine
I may not care at times, but right now I do
I'm not insensitive because I still care for you
I'm just a girlI'm a girl
Who honors friendship
To the very last
I'm a girl
Who cares about family
Old fashioned (I know)
I'm a girl
Who helps the needed
Not just passes by
I'm a girl
Nice and kind
But let's cut the bullshit
And just be dead honest
I won't say I love you
Every now and then
When I'm not in the mood
As if everything is Okay
To make you feel better
So don't be surprised
I'm just being open
I'm not perfect
As it might seem
Not always happy
Nor always sad
I'm just like you
Someone with burdens
Resting on shoulders
I'm a girl
Who speaks out
What's on the mind
Who tells the
Truth deep down inside
But with all the ups
And all the downs
No matter what happens
No matter how hard it gets
I'm a girl
With a true heart
And a vivid smile
I'm a girl
Who will remain
A loyal friend
Dad's little girl
I'm just a girl
Who won't fall apart
When this all fades away
Stop Fixing the ExceptionI'm not a runaway
You can't tranquilize my spirit
Construct a mob to scare me off
Load me into a van
With bars and padded walls
And call it good
I'm not a child
Band-aid over the problem
Whine to get my way
But I still have that sixth sense
To know when you're lying
I'm not a check list of symptoms
A certain dose of human
The pills, the creams, the gels
Of your science project
I'm not always a story
A long explanation
Drenched in symbolism
Sometimes I'm just one word
Three words, then nothing
"If it's not okay, it's not the end"
And the end?
Is never dead
Afraid of Being UglyYou hide your face from others
Behind a curtain of hair.
You're afraid they'll call you ugly,
That they'll stare and laugh.
But there's nothing wrong with you,
Nothing at all.
They Told UsThey Told Us:
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
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