My notebook is full

My heart is empty

My mind is half and half

My pants are too tight

My hair is just right


Don't touch my sensitivity

Brittany would understand.

Avril would empathize.

Don't touch my sensitivity

Christina would know.

Reba would bake me some cookies.


My sex is none of your business

My pain is everything you need to know

My hormones are in the air

My pheromones are in my soul

My destiny is not buried in a pair of ovaries

My life is not tied to a pair of testicles


Don't touch my sensitivity

It is hidden away from grasping palms

It is too red to the touch

Don't touch my sensitivity

I know what I want in you

I know what you want in me


My life is knotted in twists

My bed is barred for life

My kick is a gift

My boots are polished with sweat

My yoghurt is naturally frozen


Don't touch my sensitivity

I am entitled to my youth

without providing you proof

Don't touch my sensitivity

I am entitled to my opinion

without you peeling it like an onion