My mother dresses me in gowns, stockings, fleece jackets, She pulls my hair up into a ponytail, sometimes braids it into conrows, She spanks my *** when i mess it, She scolds when my outfit is ***** or greasy,
My father lives in the South side, He dresses me in a suit and tie, He likes my hair in a bun, On the weekends he likes me in sweatpants and a tee-shirt, ***** and greasy in his garage,
I like me having a choice, I want me on overalls, shorts, jeans and african print on Sundays, I like my hair messy and short, I hate the society norms
Feels like the society at large has already made decisions on how to live