Who am I?

I'm a Dyke.

I don't label me

You label me.

My buzzed hair,

My masculine clothes.

Sometimes

I feel apart from.

An outside looking in

Wishing I looked like you.

People sometimes stare

My heart sinks

I feel sadness creep in

I cry out inside

Why do I have to be different?

Why?

Why?

Why...

But...

Why do you care?

Your not a dyke

You don't have buzzed hair

You don't wear masculine clothes

You don't have to live like me.

You see a "Dyke"

But who am I really?

I AM COURAGEOUS 

I AM RESILIANT

I AM STRONG

I am not a Dyke...

I am a proud...

Gay...

Woman!