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Frills and lace
are for the prissy; give me some jeans instead.
Bikes and dirt were my toys and barrettes never stayed on my head.
I was Momma’s only girl, though she could never get me in a dress.
Although there was that one big fight when she had someone to
impress.
Me and my little brother, our bikes answered the call of the city
streets.
Boys gave me kisses and hugs but knew better than to give me sweets.
Don’t ask me to share my feelings, I’d rather share what’s in my
head.
Don’t open my door or pull out my seat until I’m in my casket, cold
and dead.
Chivalry equals dependence; don’t make me feel small today.
I won’t be kept and I won’t be bought. No thank you, I can make my
own way.
Women cower and cringe at my actions; they think me arrogant and
bold.
Some men find me intriguing and others find me quite cold.
I don’t conform to society; I am the master of my own values and
goals.
I won’t allow myself to be used by others; it would equate to
selling my soul.
Am I a tomboy? No, not really. I just don’t fit your mold.
I have more energy and potential than a simple structure like that
can hold.
So let’s talk, I promise not to bite. Come on now - let me in.
I know my confident stride can be intimidating, but I fit just fine
in my own skin.
 
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