Tomboy

by Erin O'Leary, age 15, from USA

Ok, so i spit occasionally
i don't alwayz wear a ton of makeup
i don't like short shorts and skimpy shirts
i don't have long shiny nails
I crack my knuckles
and i fight with the boys
I run with the boys
and climb up trees
i drive real fast down a crowded highway
i snap my gum
and annoy the teachers with my smart-boyish attitude
i hawk up luggies,
and spit at signs
i watch gory movies
and swear like a sailor.
I hang with the big boys and smirk at the lil' gurls
im a tomboy... wut else can i say?

Regardless of my tomboyish outlook on life
i do have sum feelings
i cry occasionally
and i laugh with the gurls
i dress up to go out
and i wear my hair in braids
i have sleep overs
and gossip about boys...
but i just don't get why i have to be treated differently cuz i'm a
tomboy.

Do i not have feelings?
Emotions?
Thoughts?
Do i not have real hair, real fingernails, a real body?
Just cuz i'm unlike those gurls that are fake
with their bleached blonde hair and their press on nails
and their $1000 lyposuction..
doesn't mean i'm not a real gurl
just tryin to fit into this man created
man oriented
man crazed world.

I'm a tomboy
but i'm the only tomboy u'll ever meet than can still
spit in a skirt and heels
swear like a salior at a wedding with a beautiful dress on
and cum home to look in the mirror and smile.
I smile cuz i know i'm an individualist
i smile cuz i know i'm a tomboy..

I'm not a priss
i'm not a sissy lil brat
i don't cry about everything
i'm not afraid to play with fire
or handle blood
or get hurt
but yet i'm a gurl all at the same time.

I'm a tomboy
without any standards for living.
i'm careful and curtious
i'm witty and adventurous
and i still can sit down and write a good poem
and talk on the phone for hours
after a night out with the boys chuggin beers and smokin a Camel.

What else can i say?
I'm not like most gurls...
i'm a
Tomboy.