I am a girl

I am a girl, Everyone sees it. I graciously accept the label, Twirling in a girls spool, And playing it up for others. Sometimes I feel an itch, In a place I can't reach. There are times when it quells, When my voice cracks, And I am somewhere else. Where my hair is to my neck, And my voice bellows. But I am brought back to reality, Because I am a girl. He comes out again, Stilling me when girls are asked to line up, Twitching when a teacher asks for a 'strong boy', I hold him back, A slap on the wrist, A prisoner in a cell. But in the deepest of my thoughts, I am free, Completely and utterly. He is with me, Unchained, But it ends every morning I wake. I step out of the shower, Hair cascading down, As I stand in front of my reflective captor, A deep rumbling comes from inside me, And he bubbles up to the surface, Itching and scraping at my soul. I claw at the confines of my chest, And he bursts out like dynamite, Sparks flowing, Tingles of electricity follow my nerves, And I truly see him, Staring back at me, He smiles softly and my eyes open wide, The words linger on the tip of my tongue, But they stay rooted in my brain, As him and I both realize, I am a boy.