“You know those clothes are for boys, right?”
I get that a lot,
I simply say,
“Hey, why not?”
Tennis shoes and hoodie,
That’s how I dress,
“I saw that in the boys’ section!” they address.
Do I care?
I don’t think so.
Nobody gets it,
So I say,
“How would you know?”
I don’t wear
That girly-girl style,
so instead, I walk into the boys’ aisle.
The shopkeeper tells me,
“The girls’ section is over there Ms.”
I look over at him with a hiss.
The shopkeeper turns and walks away,
while I stand there looking at some shorts in grey.
Even though I’m a girl,
all those dresses make me hurl.
All those skirts so silvery,
and all those heels so glittery.
I just want people to see
I just love me for me.
Hoodie, shorts, tennis shoes and more,
I love me for me,
I’m very sure.
Submitted: April 24, 2020
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