“Lonely girls watch reality tv
Feed themselves with each other dramas
As if to escape the conflict in their own lives
Sweet perfume and mini skirts
Glossy lips and tiny noses
Were they always like that?
I know once I was too
Convinced of the things that were supposed to matter to me,
By everyone else than myself.
Raised to be a pretty woman
When in fact I just wanted to love one.
Meanwhile my mom tells me to stop cutting my hair
Like she rather me being empty than looking like a boy.
No, mom, it doesn’t matter to me
Who is with who, what is everyone dressing as
It’s all fiction.
I worry only for love,
and freedom. ”
-GB
