"Are you a boy," a 5 year old asked me. "Oh shit dude I thought that was a boy!" a guy screamed while walking with a friend. "You look like a boy," dad says after every haircut. "My new grandson," my grandma calls me now. Why am I referred to as a person with XY chromosomes, instead of just me? My hips are as wide as the ocean my thighs welcome those who wish to be embraced. Why then am I called another gender based on something I cut? Can I not cut anything from myself because that is only the males job? Can I not cut a person out of my life because I will seem like a bitch? Can I not cut my competition in half because I will be seen as bossy? Can I not cut anything off of me like my hair because it is a symbol of me having female organs? Because I am female I need to hoard things that can harm me. Because I'm seen as weak and any support is better than none. Because I am female I need to worry about others before my self. Because I am female I need to cut my body so that others have more room to take whats mine. My hips are as wide as the ocean and my thighs welcome those who wish to be embraced, and I will cut off whatever the hell I want when I want.
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