Jeans and a shirt
I'd never wear a skirt
You call me a boy
Well at least I'm not a barbie toy
I'm willing to walk away
But you just want to slay
A bully that is what you are
You dream to be a star
As famous as Selener
Your intentions have to be cleaner
I'm into sports
Not digging those tiny little shorts
Swimming that what I love
Yet in school hallways you give me a shove
Onto the floor I go
You just want your Make-Up to glow
I'm not changing for you
Nor for your fake crew
Careful not to brake a bone
Enjoy life feeling alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem