Chili, does this remind you of anyone?

Don't mind me, I'm just winding you up
Ok, so I spit occasionally
I don't always wear a ton of makeup
I don't like talk of soap and husbands
I don't have long shiny nails
I crack my knuckles
and I fight with the boys
I run with the boys
and climb up trees
I drive real fast down a crowded highway
I snap my gum
and annoy the players with my smart-boyish attitude
I hawk up luggies,
and spit at signs
I watch gory movies
and swear like a sailor.
I hang with the big boys and smirk at the lil' girls
Im a tomboy... what else can i say?
Regardless of my tomboyish outlook on life
I do have sum feelings
I cry occasionally
and I laugh with the girls
I dress up to go out
and i wear my hair in braids
I have sleep overs
and gossip about boys...
but I just don't get why I have to be treated differently cos I'm a
tomboy.
Do I not have feelings?
Emotions?
Thoughts?
Do I not have real hair, real fingernails, a real body?
Just cos I'm unlike those girls that are fake
with their bleached blonde hair and their press on nails
and their $1000 lyposuction..
doesn't mean i'm not a real girl
just tryin to fit into this man created
man oriented
man crazed world.
I'm a tomboy
but I'm the only tomboy u'll ever meet than can still
spit in a skirt and heels
swear like a salior at a wedding with a beautiful dress on
and cum home to look in the mirror and smile.
I smile cos I know I'm an individualist
I smile cos I know I'm a tomboy..
I'm not a priss
I'm not a sissy lil brat
I don't cry about everything
I'm not afraid to play with fire
or handle blood
or get hurt
but yet I'm a girl all at the same time.
I'm a tomboy
without any standards for living.
I'm careful and curtious
I'm witty and adventurous
and i still can sit down and write a good poem
and talk on the phone for hours
after a night out with the boys playing poker and smoking.
What else can I say?
I'm not like most girls...
I'm a
Tomboy.