and here's the thing:
i want to chop my hair off
and dye it powder blue
until my honey-brown roots barely show
colored pixie cut without the implications of femininity
and one day i'd like to mark my skin,
ink patterns into it,
progression of the solar system
space for gay nerds like me
and sharks printed onto my collarbones,
silver bladed scissors with gold handles
guess what? i can, i will, i want to
and i don't think god, or jesus, or whoever's up there,
would object to this - and if they would, too bad.
my life isn't ruled by some distant cosmic entity
i have no problem with religion
just people who try to use it to rule others
and i guess if my sins will stop me from
pushing through the pearly gates into a dubiously-existing heaven,
then i'm okay with that.
i've been adapting to things all my life -
i figure hell shouldn't be all that different.