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I long to be androgynous
They labeled me feminine
and unlike the reduced stickiness of name labels
this label won’t come off.
Why can’t I decide my own fate?
Are the powers they advertised false?
I can’t live like this
I long to erase my curves
to banish the femininity from my body,
I long to be invisible, to be free from hurtfully judging eyes,
from the hurt, from the confusion.
I long to be androgynous.
I scream for the key for this constructed cage of lies
for I don’t belong here. The guards shake their heads,
assuring me that my protests are for naught
for one day I won’t be different.
Although I am different, I am worthless,
because I don’t fit in this pre-made, pre-packaged mold.
My curves exterminated , my angeles will break the plastic
Requiring differences to be acknowledged ,
Then the stereotypes will fall apart,
And the pressure that screams at me to shave my legs, wear heels
and cover up the valleys and hills of my face with chemicals
will fall apart.
I long to be free from this cage.
I long to be They labeled me feminine
and unlike the reduced stickiness of name labels
this label won’t come off.
Why can’t I decide my own fate?
Are the powers they advertised false?
I can’t live like this
I long to erase my curves
to banish the femininity from my body,
I long to be invisible, to be free from hurtfully judging eyes,
from the hurt, from the confusion.
I long to be androgynous.
I scream for the key for this constructed cage of lies
for I don’t belong here. The guards shake their heads,
assuring me that my protests are for naught
for one day I won’t be different.
Although I am different, I am worthless,
because I don’t fit in this pre-made, pre-packaged mold.
My curves exterminated , my angeles will break the plastic
Requiring differences to be acknowledged ,
Then the stereotypes will fall apart,
And the pressure that screams at me to shave my legs, wear heels
and cover up the valleys and hills of my face with chemicals
will fall apart.
I long to be free from this cage.
I long to be androgynous. .
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