The Dream I Once Lost
I was happy with myself, i found out who i was.
After I told them I was a boy, part of me died because
No one sees you as a boy, when you’re so very femme.
I put a new me on myself, all because of them
I love nails, makeup, and hair.
I love beauty, i love myself, and it’s just not fair
I pushed that me deep inside
It became something i had to hide
To avoid their mocking glares.
I’ve found the place I needed to be
So i could bring me back to me.
I’ll hold my breath and take the plunge,
Cosmetology school, here I come!
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