The nails I paint bright and red,
My dress too short, skimpy and fitting…
My chest heaving and my long tresses swinging!
I sway to the tune like a cobra charmed.
They lust for my body, look at my face,
Our eyes lock and they quickly look away.
Their meandering thoughts scream
Not a girl!
I say spare me from being a boy.
They call me transgender
And I spit, “I’m none.”