Lesbian Poetry

Enough ok

I'm not a paper doll
To have little cardboard costumes
Fitted and folded onto me.
Bending; I always bent for you,
But no more. There are days
When I want to turn my hair
Red and pretend I can't remember
Who Smart Girl is...who
Fast-Talking Spanish Girl is.
Funny. I'm not even Spanish.
No, you never even knew my name
No more. Not sweet, not quiet,
Not your good girl any longer.
Would you look at that...
I can think for myself,
Breathe for myself,
And I don't need your precious
Nicknames to be me.
You don't know me anyway.