Femme.

 

If I were to go back

And talk to myself from the past

I would have hated me.

I do not hate who I was.

But who I was would hate who I am.

 

I’m Femme,

Feminine.

Femininity,

As a boy I hated it so greatly

 

Self-expression

Was an oppressed profession

Freshman to Senior,

High schoolers couldn’t be meaner.

 

When you’re Femme,

Feminine.

Femininity,

In school, it was an act against divinity.

 

I grew up, before my peers

And grew into my pinks and golds.

I loved my skirts and my makeup

I’m bold.

 

Femme,

Feminine.

Femininity,

For me, it’s a way to defy society.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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