My Voice Through Poetry

Mine

I may not love my body,
But at least I know that it's mine
And no one else's.
That means that if

I want to paint my nails,
I will paint my fucking nails.
They'll be cut short though,
So don't you worry 😉

If I want to wear "boy" clothes
I will fucking wear "boy"clothes.
"Boy" clothes are just a social concept,
By the way.

If I don't want to shave my legs,
I won't shave my fucking legs.
My leg hair will grow like Bigfoot's.
It'll be so long I can braid it.

If I want to dye my hair,
I will dye my fucking hair.
It'll be all the colors of the rainbow,
So when I flip it walking away from you,
You'll taste the fucking rainbow, bitch.

If I want to pierce my belly button,
I will pierce my fucking belly button.
I'll do it myself.
With a sewing needle.
So I can have the satisfaction of knowing
I'm not a pussy.

If I want to shave my whole head,
I will shave my whole fucking head.
I will strut down the halls like a
Bad bitch with fake confidence
And eyeliner on fleek.

And-
Here's the crazy part!-
You have no comment.
Because, guess what?
It's not your body.
So fuck off.