stereotypes cake my skin like paint

Hello, 

I am not who you think I am.

Isn’t it funny that you would think that?

Yes, 

people-watching is my favorite past time,

but that is because I am pretending,

you cannot assign stories to people

and expect them to take it.

Yes,

I know I like to wear dresses and my hair is long and

I paint my lips in pretty shades of pink but

No,

I do not dream of picket fence kids.

I kiss girls instead of boys, actually.

No,

I am not a fragile stemmed dandelion for you to rip from my home,

just to sing your wishes into the wind like a song.

Hello, 

I am not who you think I am,

unless I have told you so.