They

pink is for girls, they say, don't wear black

so I'd rather be they than she

they say I am what my diaper held

so I'd rather be gone than me

black out my life, tag it with spray paint

pink sewing machines make me blue

poster children never look like me

bare walls, don't know what else to do

I get to make my own nail polish

that's some pretty sweet chemistry

science for boys is everything else

not enough magic left for me

girls used to come all dressed up in blue

boys used to want their own pony

why should my hope be a unicorn

why can't I be who they can't see

square jaw or long hair, breasts or a bulge

they say who I am, can't say why

uncomfortable truth, somewhere between

wherever I identify