A feminist who hated women
A soldier who never fought
For one who hated labels
You applied an awful lot
You’ve traded your beard for lipstick
A harsh tone for a soft one
But the meaning’s still the same
And I told you how I felt
PTSD BPD CBT ASD
Woe be me
A child who never grew up
Whose demons faced him down
Hiding in a darkened corner
In the playroom of your soul
Won’t mother call you down?
The real self, all touchy-feely
No fist-bumps or social media BS bro
It’s time for a change really
Reality needn’t be consensual
But you were never menstrual
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