Guess I’m not a woman.
It’s not news to me.
When I try to fit in the box
I bust out you see.
I never worried about all the rules
but I learned I was wrong early in school.
were always abated
The feminist ideal must have gone away
because it feels I’m alone in my quasi-masculine way
So sure I was girls could do what they wanted
now I spend my time arguing not all women are daunted
I’m not a woman
don’t want to be man
Just being me the best that I can
To hard to argue not all are the same
So don’t call me a gender, just call me by name.
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