I want to cut my hair
I don't want to cut my hair
It weighs me down
drags me along the
trenches of gender stereotypes
People look at me,
think,
"That's a girl."
And I'll turn the color
of diluted self-harm blood; pink.
Maybe I'll give
Being androgynous
a whirl.
It gets all knotty
I keep it in a dull, bland ponytail
I don't think it deserves more
Nor I
But if I cut it,
I'll still be in the stereotype
Here,
Another Queer!
Look there,
At their hair!
Probably gay,
By the way!
And what if I look stupid besides?
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
I want to cut my hair
I don't want to cut my hair
It weighs me down
drags me along the
trenches of gender stereotypes
People look at me,
think,
"That's a girl."
And I'll turn the color
of diluted self-harm blood; pink.
Maybe I'll give
Being androgynous
a whirl.
It gets all knotty
I keep it in a dull, bland ponytail
I don't think it deserves more
Nor I
But if I cut it,
I'll still be in the stereotype
Here,
Another Queer!
Look there,
At their hair!
Probably gay,
By the way!
And what if I look stupid besides?
I have no freaking idea whether to cut it or not.
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