Why can't I be a boy who likes makeup?
I refuse to bow down and better face up.
What if I don't want to be your prince,
I am a diva, have been ever since.

Why can't I be a woman that has no fears?
I refuse to live by patriarchy that's been smothering for years.
What if I have never felt feminine,
Too-big pants, no makeup, still leaking estrogen.

Why can't I be seen more than the binary bits of gender?
I refuse to stand by and be a pretender.
What if I don't fit in your box,
I don't care if you think it's a paradox.

Why can't I be human?
Can you all stop being so inhuman?

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They cut her tongue, but couldn't silence her.
She now speaks in a billion voices.

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They told me to pursue acting
and I replied


'I am a closeted homosexual
I've been acting my whole life'

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Dreams are the only armor against reality!

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Call me autumn.
Everything in me is dying and falling apart.
I am still achingly beautiful.

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I am a skinny bitch or so they say
The numbing labels keep nipping me every day
Mean, weird, toxic, moron
Got any more adjectives to add-on?

It' s easy to label, it's easy to give a name
Sometimes it's for fun, sometimes it's another way to shame
I wonder what satisfaction it gives them
Is it their hobby or they like being scum?

But, Does anyone care?
The labels you gave, their scars are still there
Will you ever try to understand?
Ever will you hold my hand

I am much more than those labels
I am that onion who hides under the table
Unwrap and set me free
you might get a glimpse of real me.

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People ask, "What happened"
And instantly I say, "It was an accident"
Because cancer does not taste good to their ears.
Chemos , Radio, Scans, Operations,
The naked truth a taboo in their perfect world.

They don't understand that my scars are part of me now,
They don't make me pretty or friendly.
But they do remind me that
Life isn't a bed of roses.
They remind me that pain is real.
and they're reminders that I'm still alive.

I'm not where I want to be physically or mentally,
I still undergo treatments here and there.
But when I am unclothed and look at the mirror,
I see me, I see my scars.
Scars that remind me how strong I am. How brave I was.
and how many people see inspiration in me.

Cancer changed me inside and out and the old me is dead,
The new me is persistent, resolved, impenetrable.
Strong enough to share my journey, my highs and my lows,
All they choose to see is a scar, the hurt, the pain
All I see is how I won.

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Just look at me one more time, set me uncaged.
I am still captured at your first glance.

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You are the only rain that quenches my thirst.

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If you can't laugh at yourself ,
you're missing the biggest joke.

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