Numb fingertips feel the scissor
Without thinking I cut my hair
And see a "boy" in the mirror.

"Long dresses don't suit me"
That was said by my family
Yet still sometimes, I grab it
The war, I can't win, I quit.

Been a "tomboy" since birth
Before you all found it's worth
Before it was the trend of the Earth.

But still, do I have no right
To win this forgotten, forlorn fight?
Gender doesn't even matter now
I just want things my way anyhow.

Although I'm used to it by...