i want to shave my legs, i want to be a girl again
i want to be like you, i want to be feminine
i want to be pretty, i want to wear pink
i want to pluck my eyebrows, i want to wear a dress
i want to paint my nails, i want to wear lipstick
i want to have the softest skin, i want to wear the pinkest blush
i want to write queer poetry, i want to write love songs
i want to be gay, i want to be a lesbian
i want to write about your pussy
i want to write about my lack of a pussy
i want to wear cute glasses — i have cute glasses
i want my hair to fall down to my lower back
i want to tuck it behind my ears
i want to put it in pigtails, i want to wear it in a scrunchie
i want to be a feminist
i want to be an intersectional feminist
i want to be an angry feminist
i don’t want to suffer under patriarchy
i don’t want to be told to be quiet a man is talking
i don’t want to be told to smile
i don’t want to be stared at with beady eyes
i don’t want to be raped
i don’t want to feel unsafe
i want to feel free, i want to be me
i want to be published
i want to win poetry prizes
i want to show trans girls that we can do anything