Poems and Such

Just a boy

I'm just a boy.
Just a boy who likes trucks, dinosaurs and sharks.
I'm just a boy.
Just a boy who loves playing outside with friends and enjoys playing sports.
I'm just a boy.
Just a boy who loves praises and cheer.
I'm just a boy.
A boy who just loves animals, cats, dogs, chickens. A boy that also loves feeding them.
I'm just a boy.
A boy who loves astronauts, firefighters and policemen.
I'm just a boy.
I buy my clothes from the men's section and wear them proudly.
I'm just a boy.
But people scorn me when I wear my clothes and yell at me.
Why?
Well, I'm not a real boy, they say.
Why?
I don't know what I'm missing. I play with trucks, listen to loud screamy music, carry myself proudly and fight well.
They say I'm not a real boy.
But I don't know why. They say it's because I have a feminine body, but I did not choose it. I never choose anything.
So I wonder, what makes you a real boy?
I'm just a boy, but they say I'm not a real one.
I carry myself proudly and scream loudly, I play rough and tough with my friends. Yet everyone scorns me. Why do others get to play the way they want and I do not?
I wonder those thoughts sometimes. Would it have been different if I had been born like a real boy was?
I'm sure it would be.
I'm just a boy, but they say I'm not a real one. I carry myself proudly, so I will not care what they say.
I'm a boy to myself and my friends and that's all that matters and always will.