To the girls who cut their hair
in the dead of night.
To the girls who face their fears
and insist that they're right.

To the girls who wear labels
proudly on their sleeves,
to the girls at the parties,
hiding in the eaves.

To the girls in flannel shirts,
and tight skinny jeans,
To the girls dressed in pride
when the world gets so mean.

To the girls putting lipstick
on never-kissed lips,
to the girls crying at night
Cause their life's such a trip.

To the girls that I want to be,
and the girl I never will,
to the girls that gave up,
this poem's for you.