Blank
I'm a blank canvas
In that little pink blanket
Sat next to my sisters
Held in your arms
Cared for by your hands
Loved by your touch
I'm a blank canvas
So why
Why do you tell me to be ‘a perfect lady’
Why do you only buy me dresses and skirts
Why do you yell at me for wearing ‘boys clothes’
Why
I was a blank canvas
Now you’ve tried to paint me with pink
But I've painted over me with blue.
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
Blank
I'm a blank canvas
In that little pink blanket
Sat next to my sisters
Held in your arms
Cared for by your hands
Loved by your touch
I'm a blank canvas
So why
Why do you tell me to be ‘a perfect lady’
Why do you only buy me dresses and skirts
Why do you yell at me for wearing ‘boys clothes’
Why
I was a blank canvas
Now you’ve tried to paint me with pink
But I've painted over me with blue.
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