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Moe The Tomboy


Forever Tomboy


I was born a tomboy,
never fitting in with the girly-girls,
so I hang with the guys,
and some of the sporty girls.

I wear jeans and a t-shirt,
shorts and a shirt,
dispising the color pink,
as if it were a bomb.
I say bad words,
and say gross things.

I say a boy is cute,
and they think me a girl,
instead of the tomboy.

I put on some lip-gloss,
and the whole world is shocked,
for apparently now,
the world will end.

I curl my hair,
and I'm made fun of,
for becoming a girl,
Moe, the girly-girl.

So now I am stuck,
to be a tomboy forever,
for if I go girl,
the whole world will end.

Submitted: Saturday, April 11, 2009

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