Trees Over Barbies

When you look at me What do you see? Should I be in a tree Or playing with Barbies? Racing the boys Jumping rope with the girls? Can't I just get sick In a tilt-a-whirl? Why must I choose Only A or B? Why can't I Just be free? This body is strong Yet it lies It doesn't say Who I am inside Dolls and pink Are not my pick Having children? Couldn't give a lick I don't care For sports though I would rather Put on a show Binders and bowties Do naught but choke Bras with wires Pinch and poke No matter how I hide Two things confide To you the lie of me I know you can see Online chats are like mines Angel baby what's your sign? Please be okay With who I am today Same rules apply No matter how you try Put me in a case I'll tear it like lace Boots, beanies, jeans Promise I'm not mean Just let me be Dorkatron, punkin The words you say To label my gray In this binary white and black Yes I know I lack Adornments for my hair About jewelry I don't care Being a girl leaves me whining Being a boy is confining I'm me Not special at all The right call Is to let me jump When I bloody well please Then it's a breeze I'll bend it under my wings Maybe I'll start to sing There's talent in me yet I bet You say just watch the show You have no flow Perhaps it's true So in lieu Of notes and beats I'll drop truths and rhymes Save us some time Not a girl, not a boy Not somebody's toy Not your piece of art I'm strong and smart Let it be enough for tonight Otherwise I might bite My patience wears thin Erasing my grin So here we are again What's true? I'm Fane Who are you