This voice of mine It is entirely too deep When I hear myself speak My soul wants to weep The shoulders that I have They are way too broad I look and see a girl Others look and see a fraud "But you're not a girl" She had to declare Your pants will stay loose And you will cut your hair I can't paint my toes I can't paint my fingers But unbeknownst to them My feelings still linger When I look inside myself I know my identity to be true I see a girl Why the hell can't you?
Poetry