Thrust one finger in the air to naysayers
Who all tell me there must be something wrong
And that I should change who I am.
Fool some poor boy to fall in love
With an optical illusion
Brushed on a hollow puppet with plastic smiles.
How is it fair to control people’s lives?
To dominate women’s minds and bodies?
Why can’t we just be ourselves instead of
Masked cowardly actors on the world stage?
I’ve much better things to be doing
Than wait around for some perfect guy to come
While I press a pause button on myself.