Something I Am Not
Pink bows, lace shows
Underneath girl clothes.
She/her, feminine blur
And so I hide in liquor.
I was born and now I’m stuck
Being something I am not.
Future wife, present daughter
Certified Manslaughter.
Do you know the pain you cause
Pulpiteer of God’s strict laws?
Name myself and dress I ought
For a girl is something I am not.
Copyright © Avery Lewis | Year Posted 2019
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