The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
Short hair,
A t-shirt and shorts,
Shouldn’t change me from feminine
To “buddy,”
And being a girl
Shouldn’t erase the sports I’m good at,
There are words
Begging to be typed,
Words
That want to pour from my soul,
Words
Who’s only mission
Is to be read,
No one needs to hear your jokes,
Your remarks or your sneers,
No one needs to be pushed under
By the sea that you've filled
With the laughs that you've drawn
From ignorant thoughts,
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