Nobody Ever Told Me
Nobody told me that it was okay to speak my mind
Not just the fluffy, fuzzy pieces of my mind
But the dark corners, the judgments, the truths that sting red against the skin
Nobody told me that it was okay to say these things
They make people uncomfortable
They hurt feelings
They remind people that bad things happen
Nobody ever told me that it was okay to not be pretty
To not be feminine
To not be masculine
To be neither and both and either and bits and pieces and parts and fragments
Nobody ever told me that I was ugly
No, they preferred ‘butch’
and ‘dyke’
and ‘fat’
and ‘stout’
But nobody ever told me that it was okay to let these words get to me
And nobody ever told me that, apparently, my hair was a political statement at all times
To be judged by the masses
Nobody ever told me that my body was a battlefield upon which wars would be waged in the form of diets
thicker-fuller-longer-better eyelashes
plumper lips ‘oh if you just used this product you’ll be beautiful’
thinner arms
a flatter stomach
and clothes that JUST. DON’T. FIT. ‘Would you like to try the next size up?’
‘No ma’am, I’d like a society that understands my body, please’
and eyes that tilt just enough to show my heritage (‘Oh Gosh, what are you mixed with, dear?’)
and a nose too small
and products and products and products
Nobody ever told me that it was okay to say ‘No, thank you, I’m fine without makeup’
Nobody ever told me that it was okay to wave my fist in the air and shout ‘FUCK THE SYSTEM’
because shouting is not lady-like, and girls don’t use those words
You’ll scare the boys away
You’ll sound like a bitch
You’ll present yourself as a butch-dyke-feminazi
Nobody ever told me that it was okay to be a butch-dyke-feminazi
Nobody ever told me that it was okay not to care about what boys thought
Because boys are not the end all, be all to my life
Nobody ever told me that the world was so jumbled
Because nobody ever told them that they could un-jumble it
Nobody ever told me