Flapping, my plaid skirt dances in the wind
Smiling, I relax against the plastic bench
My thoughts loose and phantasmal, unformed and ephemeral
Dust surfing on the breeze
Smiling, I stand upon the plastic bench and spread my arms
Making joyful noises for no reason at all
None needed for Dust surfing on the breeze
The constant stares can’t help but make me laugh
Making joyful noises for no reason at all
Seems to define my curious separation
The constant stares used to bother me
I wave, fingers twinkling, to my awkward brothers
Defining my constant separation
Is my distinct refusal to be anything but myself
I wave, fingers twinkling, to my awkward brothers
They just don’t get it
My distinct refusal to be anything but myself
Scares them in their stereotypes: domineering testosterone and rigid muscles
They just don’t get it
Why would anyone want to be normal?
Their stereotypes- testosterone and rigidity
My thoughts loose and phantasmal, unformed and ephemeral
Why would anyone want to be normal?
Flapping, my plaid skirt dances in the wind
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