F*ck you gender norms!

When you've said all that you needed to despite no one listening, or hearing you anyway...

Is it what's in your chest, or in your head that makes YOU unique?

Hopeful, or Hopeless, I'm not sure anymore.

You did everything that you and yet it was still not enough...

A callout to address the never ending politics that seem to surround a womxn's appearance

Is it fate or psychosis that keeps bringing that little plane around?