I'm Alice, a self studying musician learning how to write lyrics and acoustic & electronic sounds. This is a journey to that point. ( ・u ・)
A scent so strong, too long, has made you weary.
Could you opt for fitted navy jeans, stylishly plaid shirts
And black squeaky converses (its sole speckled with dirt)?
Hope to mask the truffles of your hair with a metro wig
Throw in a tie or two, perhaps a suit (I wonder if it’d suit you)
Not always comfortable with dresses, all these intricate tresses
But you wonder and ask, if this is all it takes to be a boy,
You’re still blatantly subjected to standards you could not enjoy.
Afterall, not all boys wear suits and ties — why do you want to wear it?
And not all girls wear skirts and dresses — why turn away from it?
Dabble the sponge in sparkles of brown — perhaps black,
Softly sweep as you paint across the eye and back
Keep drawing as soft etchings and pencil sketchings further define
The subtle hairs of your lashes, with ink fringing the eye line.
Today, this shall be you, as true as a mirror could be true
Granted with a new face; an old identity to efface
No longer as I was before, I ponder
As the sun rays seeped through my pores.
