Dresses always seemed miserable to me
I never understood how someone could be
Happy and themself while wearing
By age three it was something I had trouble bearing
I turned ten, then decided I knew why
Dresses were forced on each girl, but not any guy
"It was sexism," I thought,
Content to have a reason for the battles I fought
I turned twelve and expanded that theory
And decided women were viewed as a minority
So they were taken advantage of in horrible ways
I thought about this for days
And decided dresses were the results of perverts
I hoped that soon, society reverts
Back to being reasonable and fair
Heh, I have no idea where
I got the idea that society is fair
Well, now I know that that logic wasn't my real reason
But if I tell others, they'll act like it's treason
Boys can wear dresses, and that's true
You should wear whatever makes you feel like you
But for me, dresses won't do
They seem to say "Robin? Robin who?"
"All I see is a confused girl,"
"Who's completely unprepared for the world."
And you know what? You're wrong.
And it won't be long
Before I get to prove that to you
Then what will you do?
I am a boy. I'm a man, I'm male.
Even if being a man sends me to jail
I want the world to know my name
No, I don't want fame
But I sure as hell don't want my deadname
This is a weird way to come out, I know
Hey, I think it's been quite a show
But I'm the same person, just with a different name
Behind my face, I'm still the same
But please know that my name is Robin
And I'm not some sin
I'm a boy
And admitting this has made me so happy and so full of joy