Solar System Freckles

Glass Fields

In a field

Eyes like glass

Not even sure why

Tears dripping down my face

Kinda like rain falling to the ground

I smile

And everything stops

Screams ring out

They're angry because

This girl is dressed like a boy

Freckles on my face like a solar system

A smile filled with sorrow

A heart made of gold

My brain screaming because

I didn't want to wear that dress

I didn't want to be

Her

I didn't want to be named Jada

I didn't want to be made a girl

I didn't want this

I want to be a boy

With freckles like a solar system on his face

A heart made of gold

A smile filled with happiness

I won't have to wear a dress

I won't be Jada