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Bob Hudson
we ate out of cans
we let the grass grow
we lived at the end of the street
we wrote earnest and pretentious poetry
we played records late
we painted on the backs of cardboard boxes
we drank on weeknights
we worked low-paying dead end jobs
we shared weed like it was significant
we romanticized the sixties
we were certain Reagan would blow up the world
we did not plan for retirement

This is a subject I think about again and again.  Girly girl, girl who likes boy stuff or what my mom told me is a tom boy, girl, boy, whatever.  I wonder why girls and boys like the stuff they like and if they are happy to be that way.   Or is someone telling them what to like and what to be?   I like to do so many things so I was thinking what am I?  Here is my poem answer.