Just The Average, Typical … (Girl? / Boy?)

I’m a girl.
Maybe I do enjoy hearing,
“I love you” fall from his lips,
And so what if I can never get enough,
Giggles,
Silly moments?
And, yes, I do wear make-up,
But it doesn’t take me six hours to apply.
And maybe, just maybe,
I love it when he tickles me,
Holds my hand,
Grabs my waist,
And gives me bear hugs.
And, ok, I’ll admit it,
I could spend the whole day at the mall.

But I’m a boy.
I hate pink.
You will never, ever find me wearing it.
I would pick worn-in jeans over miniskirts,
Last years’ sneakers over 3 inch heels, any day.
Given the choice:
Cheerleading or football?
You’ll find me on the gridiron,
Sprinting past the 15-yard-line,
Scoring the winning touchdown.
And contrary to popular belief,
I’m not anorexic.
I don’t always order salad.
I can eat.
Me and emotions don’t get along,
We try to avoid each other.
I HATE to cry.
Ignoring it is easier than talking about it.

I’m really a girl,
But deep down inside,
I’m kind of a boy too.
And maybe one day,
The world will be ready to accept all of me.