When I was young I was
That’s what they said.
I wondered if it was bad to be
That, a tomboy.
They assured me it wasn’t.
I guess the part of being a
Tomboy that they don’t tell you
Is that you’re supposed to stop.
Now I dunno, I guess I’m a
Boy Tom. I am going to go through
Puberty again soon, so that makes me a boy now.
When I thought I was a boy,
I wondered if Pinocchio was me.
If I could just lie a lot
And grow a dick
You know, use my nose for something wonderful
Oh, what a face to sit
A Pinocchio dyke with a nose
Every time they say she, it grows.
Oh god, that’d be a dick
So big, no one would want me.
I’m better off without it.
I guess I’m not a dyke anymore?
Is it ok for me to use labels…?
Everyone hates “labels” …
How else are we supposed to talk ?!
It fits. I am that. I will always be that
I guess until I start to fit in.
HAHA. RIGHT. MAYBE.
Except for all this stupid masc envy
Fitting in is a distant hope
A joke, not meant to be
I guess I was a tomboy
And I’m staying that way.
Can you be a tomboy in your thirties?
Can I be a tomboy in the grave
Tomboy is what I was, it’s what I stayed.
Fucking labels, right? Tomboy is a word
That sparked joy, to me.
When they called me a tomboy, I knew
I was telling them the right thing
My body loves being a sir, being a boy
All their insults intended to hurt
Make me smile, feel right.
I would’ve noticed sooner,
I would’ve put up more of a fight
But a lot of what they hurl at me
Is exactly what I want to hear
You can’t be afraid of words that
Don’t spark fear.
I haven’t even watched that show. I don’t care about some lady who projects herself that much into her fucking house. Sometimes you gotta just keep shit you don’t like. Mic drop.