I am a girl,
a hidden pearl,
my thoughts just swirl away.
I want to dance,
in skirts, not pants,
and prowl the streets by day.
I shave my chin,
I am a sin,
a pervert full of shame.
My fury spent,
my last lament,
is why I get the blame.
How can this be?
The real me,
is not what other people see.
They stab my heart,
with sacred art,
they hate that I am free.
But I endure,
my soul is pure,
my heart is full of love.
They cannot chain,
with bonds of pain,
my joy from high above.