Daughterson

My haircut don’t look right
My clothes don’t fit just right
Them boy clothes are to big
And the girls' to tight
My feet, they look too small
And I am very tall
I fight with my mum
Every time I go to the mall
If I can’t be your daughterson
I ain’t nothing at all
My teachers are all thrown
Public school is all boy zone
Kids won’t leave me and my
Queenie brother alone
Don’t get picked to be on teams
Oh I’m scrappy and I’m mean
And them girls they seem
To look right through me
My body has betrayed me
My life the sun is setting
Black and white
If I had only known then bout those girls
Yeah, they saw me alright
Well, I’m obviously a man
But I sit down on the can
I get shots in the leg
By my lady’s helping hand
My scars went cross my chest
Doctor Bronstein is the best
And ain’t no one
Can make me wear a dress
Well, just because I’ve done this
Doesn’t mean you have to do it too
You don’t know what it’s like
Now do you?
You say I’m going to hell
Well, I’ve been down that well
And God is a big boy
He can speak for Himself
Don’t mess with God’s design
But where do you draw the line?
How about:
Botox, diet pills, face lifts, braces
Nuclear warfare, deforestation
Laser hair removal, hydrogenated oils
… Viagra.
Well I think I’m doing fine!
Well you’re so scared of everything
You shout these rules that you invent
And who are you to force me
To believe what you think Jesus meant
I grew up in a disguise
The pain has made me wise
Oh, my people; stand, be seen
And we will rise!
My body is my home
And I won’t ever be alone
And I’ve found my place
Behind this microphone
Well I have chose my consequence
I have chosen my name
And I can be your daughterson
Cause they’re one in the same