Dolls

Dolls, who you dress up in pink and white, 

dolls, who you take to the park or on a flight, 

dolls, who are made of plastic and cloth, 

they are always so girly, never unique or even goth.

I visit my family, whom I expect love from nonetheless, 

but the first thing I hear, is that I should wear a dress.

I like sweaters, jeans, engineering and sports, 

but they expect makeup, dresses, and to be a wife who supports.

They say to have your hair long, and to dress modestly,

but I have to disagree, because honestly

I should be able to do what I want, even lift heavy things

instead of being an accessory to men who act like kings.

I am a person, it is who I will be,

instead of a doll, that everyone will see.