She wears a skirt and I don't, so I'm not good enough for the job?
I can't express the emotions I was blessed with, without being seen as weak?
I don't have the biceps, or the enormous ego, but are we really so different?
'Be a man' you tell me, but is being a man a show of physical strength, or just an identification method?
What is so wrong with loving pink, flowers or letting my hair grow out?
Should I not have a chance to choose what I wear and not get judged for it?
You demean me because I wear what I want, call me gay as an insult and still tell me to be a man.
If being a man is anything like you are, then no thank you. I remain where I stand.
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poetryi like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii