I was born a tomboy,
never fitting in with the girly-girls,
so I hang with the guys,
and some of the sporty girls.
I wear jeans and a t-shirt,
shorts and a shirt,
dispising the color pink,
as if it were a bomb.
I say bad words,
and say gross things.
I say a boy is cute,
and they think me a girl,
instead of the tomboy.
I put on some lip-gloss,
and the whole world is shocked,
for apparently now,
the world will end.
I curl my hair,
and I'm made fun of,
for becoming a girl,
Moe, the girly-girl.
So now I am stuck,
to be a tomboy forever,
for if I go girl,
the whole world will end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well written, but you should know not all of us make fun of you.