Some girls are boys
Ferocious, fierce, thick-skinned soles planted
on firm scratchy bark
cutting like knives into their flesh
as they clambor up thick-limbed trees
Reaching upward, always upward
Finding their way to freedom off the ground of their birth
The blood-soaked cuts on their hands, faces
a worthy price to pay for liberation
I have climbed this tree
Some girls are boys
Sneaking into their mother’s room at night
cuddling close and compact
in the soft bend in their mother’s belly
Some girls are boys
Painting their fingernails bright fuschia
and fucking when they please
Some girls are boys
