It’s Not for You
My cascading locks, my pixie cut
My eyeshadow or lack thereof
My long blonde hair or deep brown mane
My dangly earrings
My bare face
None of it is for you.
You can’t tell me what to do.
That my ass is too big or too small.
That my breasts aren’t to your liking.
That I need makeup.
That I should embrace my feminine side.
That I must wear jewelry or hide my pride.
Because none of it is for you.
I dress for myself.
I’ll wear bright red lipstick or nothing at all.
Beautiful colors even in the fall.
I’ll walk to the beat of my own drum.
I’ll wear long earrings or simple studs
Sometimes all that you’ll see are my beautiful eardrums
But none of it is in your control.
This is my body.
This is my soul.