I grew up hearing Little miss this and Little miss that But I think there’s been a little mistake A little misunderstanding Like there’s something that they missed Because certainly sir could replace the title of miss And mister wouldn’t stir up a fuss And I could still be me Right? Ever since I was little I took pride in the word tomboy Not realizing the other labels that pride could be applied to Because I spent my life being lied to About what gender really means And I’ve been starting to question and I’ve been starting to learn That expectations aren’t everything And when it comes to gender roles I grew up just rolling with it But recently realized that I don’t have to And I’ve been coming up with different ways of coming out But mostly I’ve just spent a lot of time thinking About spectrums and pronouns and labels and orientation About binders and binaries and identity versus expression About the way that I never really minded the onslaught of She She She Shhhh… He Maybe he can fit just as well Maybe she fits fine Maybe I can be a daughter by day and a son by night Maybe I can bypass the binary and angle towards androgyny Or transcend transgender in term of ambiguity Maybe I can be Me And maybe someday that will be enough Because boy oh boy there are days that I do love being a girl But what can you do when it’s a dog eat dog world And you were born a cat? Just a little bit more of a ***** than you were hoping for In this world where facts are misconstrued And your words are misinterpreted And you’re feeling a little Just a little… misgendered