"tomboys" poems
I am drowning in a sea of cries.
The society degrades us with so many lies.
As we stand alone together I’ve yet to realize.
Why didn’t Eva Peron win the Nobel Peace Prize?
I am drowning in oppression.
We are unique in every way.
Strong girls are "Tomboys".
Weak girls are hidden behind words they can't say.
I am drowning in ignorance from the men who call themselves "superior"
I dwell on the fact that to a man, I am inferior.
I am faced with the hardships that come with a female role.
Don’t try to tell me about heart and soul.
I am drowning in a pool of madness.
Number one cause of death: SADNESS.
No one ever dies of a broken heart.
I’m dead because I’ve spent so much time falling apart.
I’m drowning in a sea of grief.
This topic was never really “serious”
They say “A woman can never be a commander in chief!”
And if I defend myself I’m either feisty or “on my period.”
I’m drowning in confusion.
If you’re not a man, you’re weak.
Because you’re the one saying it, it’s an illusion.
It’s not important what you speak.
I’m drowning in SEXISM.
Yeah, you thought I wouldn’t say it.
I’m not backing down!
I’ve got pride, courage, optimism, and wit.
I’m a girl and I’m proud.
But I’ll be called out of my name if I say it out loud.
I’m female and jubilant.
But you won’t understand if I tell you what I really meant.
I’m drowning in . . . PAIN.
I’m drowning in. . .REGRET.
I’m drowning like a rock,
That shouldn't even be wet.
You can’t try to be something that you’re not.
So stand up tall, and be proud of what you’ve got.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
There's that word
for girls like me:
the ones who
didn't see the point
of princesses.
The active ones who
run and jump and slide
and can't be bothered
to stand around the
playground sidelines,
whispering and trading
in spots of character assassination
or information.
"Tomboys" they call
those girls
and maybe later
"butch" or
"masculine of center."
I notice how
there's never
"feminine of center."
But really,
I've always felt impatient with that word
"Tomboys."
Why should a girl who wore
dangling earrings
but liked the things they label
"boys things"
want a word that suggests she's
something other than what she's not?
An aspirational boy?
A girl who grew up into
a closeted girl
with short hair, no make-up and a love of
jewelry.
Whose first girlfriend post-coming out,
took one look and said "But you're a femme!"
Please, please, understand.
In my heart I am a pirate king,
of the eighteenth-century variety:
big sword, big earrings, big weapons.
On the threshold of middle age,
somewhere on the spectrum of gender,
What word describes me?
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Just a color
But,
Is it really?
In preschool it was fine
I liked what I liked
No one cared
In elementary school
It became
Girly
Yet, ironically
This made most of the girls
Like me
Tomboys
Stay away from it
And instead,
It became cool for a guy
To like it
In highschool
Girls don’t care
Guys don’t care
People like what they want
But,
Is that really how it is?
Somewhere, under the surface
Amongst sparkly pink nails
And dresses
Somehow,
It’s not a color anymore
...
But a symbol
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Drunk kisses don’t count here
Not even with me not even
when it’s the first drink.
And you said
“boys don’t want smart girls,
boys don’t fall in love with Tomboys.”
So I gave up my dreams I
Gave up hockey I
Started wearing makeup.
I began saying stupid, shallow things.
On my unhappiest days I still want to blame you.
when I can’t speak without doubting myself or
changing the infliction of my voice so I sound
like I am begging.
I remember being brave at 16.
Until you told me,
“boys don’t want girls who never listen
boys don’t like girls who can stand on their own feet.
Just sit quietly and I will
Break you piece by
Tiny piece I will
Make you hate me.
I will make you hate me but you will
Never have the strength to leave.”
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
Black finger nails,
Died hair,
Black clothes,
Tattoos on their bodies,
Black make up on their faces,
Metal, punk rock, dubstep,American electronic dance and others they like,
Piercings on the face,
Their lyrics,
Their thoughts,
The way they talk,
Has so much emotion they say so many words,
By just saying when
You might know them by what they are called
Emo, punk, goth, and so on,
Glasses on their faces, Books in their arms and bags,
Knowledge in their head,
Hand up almost every time the teacher asked a question or says something incorrect,
They talk like scientist doctors kings and or queen,
They get A's and B's, Movies and TV shows they were suspenders,
They don't have so much of the fashion you call swag,
A lot of people called them by the stereotype, Geeks and nerds,
A smile on her face, Flowers in her hair,
Love in her heart, Positive thoughts in her head,
Has big dreams,
And so creative,
Has a sense of fashion, Well for a girly girl,
Her eyes sparkle,
While her teeth shine as white as snow,
I like to call her Skarlet,
They have swag,
Speak with sass,
They call themselves Queens,
Not princess,
They stand out when being mistreated,
They speak loud it is time to express,
They love you sisters,
They embrace themselves,
They know every trick in the book,
And they know all the rules of the games,
There quick and smart,
And know what you are and how you play by just one look at you,
These queens are called divas,
Now these girls I don't even have to give you a bunch of information, all I have to say is one word and that word is boy,
They eat, talk, and dress like a boy would,
Well most of them they are called tomboys and they love being one,
Society loves to judge people and who they are and what they are,
My identity will stay unknown,
But I want you to know is,
To always be yourself,
You are who you are and be proud of that.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
what can god read to make him feel more human? then there’s this about how the nose and ears never stop growing. I can believe it because at desks even so calm some seem to be cowering. then you have an accepting friend and I have mine and they kiss in pockets of sadness sidestepped by tomboys who have their own issues like frogs. point wildly. it’s not a shame beauty fucked-up. I look sometimes like a different baby.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
The raggedy girl of childhood,
lived across a field of swaying grass.
Little tomboys finding ourselves,
running the summer down.
Days filled with splashing in creeks,
and catching bugs in our clasped hands.
Shinnying up trees in the heat,
drinking Kool-aid, our afternoon treat.
Wringing as much as we could,
from this time of innocence,
we struggled as children do,
to make sweet summer memories.
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 1:07 AM UTC
I am from sun-damaged skin
Freckles and straw hats
From tractors and dirt
And fresh tomatoes
I am from Ridges of chosen family
From barefoot and dancing
Trough the tall grass
I am from small streams
Trees and overgrown lawns
From concrete and brick
And the pretty cityscapes of Jersey
I am from rainbows and cheers
From black and plaid
Parades of people and glitter
That takes forever to wash off
I am from darkness
And false words
From tomboys and girlie-girls
I am from music
Loud, fast, and angry
I am from brush strokes
And pencil sketches
From iron-on patches
And D.I.Y videos
I am from candles, incense
And crystals charging under the full moon
I am from black cats
And “fight back”
From “stand up”
And “never back down”
I am from marches and protests
From outcasts and artists
I am from speaking your mind
And taking no crap.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC