Pink is my favorite color
I like to wear skirts
I’ve cried over my hair
I’ve cried over my outfit.
I’ve cried over me.
You wouldn’t think
Of seeing me play sports
I don’t like to mess up my hair
Or sweat and get dirty.
I have brown hair
But really it should be blonde.
I am a girly-girl through and through.
I honestly care about my nails
And my toenails too.
I am truly upset if a nail breaks
or if my polish chips.
I sit with my best posture
Cross my legs
Fluff my hair
And smile.
For I know a secret
And of course you know
All girly-girls like secrets.
They like telling secrets,
They like hearing secrets,
But most of all
They like having secrets.
I have a secret
That I used to keep from myself
I didn’t tell it
I didn’t hear it
I kept it.
This is unheard of for people like me.
I like pink,
But my room is purple.
I wear skirts
But jeans and shorts are fine.
I obsess over clothes
Because they’re all I have.
I cried when I got my hair chopped off.
I cried when I spilled ketchup on white pants.
I cried when no one accepted me.
I’ve played softball
For nine years.
I slide on the dirt
I slide into home.
I read and write for pleasure.
I am mature, responsible, trustworthy.
I care about people.
I care about my friends, family, and mostly
Myself.
I want to look my best
Be the person I want to be.
I am misjudged, misunderstood, misplaced.
I am
Me.