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Mar 30
sometimes
i envy the guys
no chest in their way
being careless when they want to
baggy clothes look good on them
a simple outfit goes a long way
yet we have to make so much effort
just to step out the doorway

They go wherever they want
Whenever they want to
They’re the masters of their own lives
Always have, always will be

Not constantly checking their surroundings
Seeing if someone might follow
Spreading their legs when they sit down
Because comfort is important
Some cheat, some lie
Some have good taste, some don’t
They’re so complex yet so simple
A little compliment makes their day


I wonder what goes on in their heads
Do they talk about us the way we talk about them?
Maybe they do, but they won’t ever do it the same way
They won’t ever know the feeling
Of connecting to femininity the way we do
Of taking our sweet time to get ready
Of making our way into a new place
A new place, a new era, a new time to be ourselves
Because for so long
We couldn’t express ourselves
Do anything else than taking care of them
And always hiding away
Hiding our opinions, our taste, our intelligence
Hiding our ideas, our feelings, our perseverance
To let them shine through

Finally we are here
Getting closer to being like them
While still being ourselves
They won’t ever know, what it’s like to be us
We won’t ever know, what it’s like to be them
But one day
I hope we can understand
Written by
Mira Thea  19/F
(19/F)   
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