Sterotypes
You call me a dyke
Though you don't know me
You see my short hair and just assume.
I didn't realize my hair announced my sexuality
Oh wait.
It doesn't.
It makes me mad when people call me a lesbian
Not because I'm straight but because they sterotype.
I'm not here to impress you
I'm not here to try to seduce a man with my long hair
I cut my hair for me
I cut my hair to make a statement
I cut my hair to piss you off.
Next time, think before you yell "dyke" at the short haired girl walking down the street.
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