Some girls want a Barbie
Some girls want a gun
Playing house or playing war
Are fine ideas of fun
And you might think the queer girl
Would choose a truck or gun
Well, not this one
When I played house, I played it wrong
The grown-ups always said
A girl at home must have a boy
To fall in love and wed
And when I told them that I wanted
Something else instead
It's in your head, they said
Just in your head
In middle school, I played it cool
I put that in the past
I kissed a boy. My parents said
My God, that happened fast
And while every slumber party
Made me feel at home at last
I passed, I passed
And I said: This is me
This is who I am
I'm just a girl like other girls
Not one who likes other girls, not me
This is me
In high school, I went all the way
I hoped it might be fun
I closed my eyes and slipped away
And cried when it was done
I told my friends that it was great
That this boy is the one
But I run
I have to run
'Cause that's not me
That's not who I am
I'll never let another guy
Touch me; no, I'd rather die than be
Not me
Some girls play with dirt
Some girls play with makeup
Some girls live with hurt
Others never wake up
But maybe if I go on
I'll be who I'm meant to be
I'll be me
And I'll say: This is me
This is who I am
There's nothing here to praise or mourn
Just the girl that I was born to be
So, doubt me, believe me
Hold me or leave me
Love me or grieve me
But this
This is me