Of all the days

i have lived so far,

all of them have been spent

behind bars.

Chained by society

locked in a box

shipped off to somewhere

where i am lost.


As of late,

I’ve encountered a condition,

a condition of society that

forces me into someone i'm not.

takes away my freedom,

and locks it in a box.


If I were to break out of the box,

i may be shunned,

who knows if there are others like me?

So stay i do

and i do dream

of the day when I will break free.


So I call for all the women

who don't want to stay

where they don't belong

and I call for all the men

who love to cook

and for all those who believe that this is right

to raise their voices high

and sing songs of freedom

and rejoice

as from the box you break free

and we will find others

like you and me.


I don't curl or straighten my hair

I rarely put on makeup

it takes me 30 minutes to get up and out of the house.

I want to join the military

I love science and math

even though I don't score well in either.

I know at school I don't always fit in

but I like things that way.

because I am who I am

and I don't fit in
neat pretty boxes.