Not there yet
But still… things have happened
The stage is bare and not entirely set
The future is uncertain, frightening and easily has the heart saddened.
I’ve transformed from expectations
I’ve had my fall
No sense in hiding on the shelf
Or hiding from the call
I’ve chosen to rather be myself
Because expectations aren’t me at all.
Girls with short hair
Girls with long
We are still girls, to be fair
And our love and support can be strong.
Dresses or pants
Supportive talks or rants
There are people who love you
And want no harm to come to ya too.