I Write, I Write, I Write

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,