Not a Uniform

This face is not a uniform It doesn’t need to match the rest I don’t need to trim my hair To be like you, or your military men.

I don’t need to marry off My sister or anyone else We don’t need to abide by the rules Our ancestors didn’t dare protest.

This is no fight against tradition As long as they make sense For I’ll cross the many roads Whether there’s a cat crossing or a hen.

This body is not a uniform It doesn’t need to match the rest. I don’t need shoes or a clean shave To be like your gentlemen.