All her life she’s been told she’s a girl
C’mon sweetie, put on a dress and give me a twirl
She’s poorly depicted
Her heart feels sickened
Honey, don’t you want to shop?
Put down the football and pick up a mop
She’s cut her hair
People in public are beginning to stare
She still won’t accept it
But it’s such a good fit…
A skirt? No thanks
She’ll take the pants
And ask another girl to the dance
Her parents shake their heads
No, get a boyfriend instead
Chained, trapped, and about to be
Snapped
She can tell there’s a difference
Her heart is showing resistance
It’s a painful existence
No, they say
You can’t play with that toy
What do you think you are, a boy?
She doesn’t know anymore
She does like the boy’s clothing store
Identity’s the key
Maybe
She is really a he