Razorblade
with a razor I crop and cut away
all signifiers of my birth name
so i can finally let my hips sway
prickly pits and nasty days
of dreading dance, searing shame
with a razor; I crop and cut away
what urges you to hiss at me?
how I dare defy nature so seductively?
i have. to let my hips sway
es beware of my witty ways
the ones that cross me will know my pain
with a razor; I cut and cut away
those who march to a different drummer though
baby! call me by my chosen name
so i can finally; let my hips sway!
never have I felt so clean and gay
each hair, each foe and all that shame
with a razor I cut and cut away
so i can finally let my hips sway.
Copyright © Gale Weathers | Year Posted 2021
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