...To Be A Girl.

A poem about girl/womanhood.

What do you have to be, to be a girl?

What if I stand up for myself?
Does that make me a b***h?
Would I be un-lady-like
If I stretched and scratched an itch?

And what about my female bands?
“Angry chick“?
Am I not a feminist anymore
if I like to suck dick?

But what if I complain?
Would that make me weak?
If I choose to be shy about pain
would that prove I’m meek?

What if I need help?
Would that state I’m fragile?
And in giving birth
do I have to prove I’m agile?

If I break the stereotypes
would it mean I’m just disruptive?
Does it instantly make me a s**t
just to be seductive?

To be a girl, do I walk on eggshells?
Careful of pre-conceived notions?
Tip-toeing through generalizations
with my lipstick, my rifle, and lotions.

YG

Author's Note

Excuse my language.

Reviews

[Ima]

LOVED IT!!!!!
it was a brilliant read.. and so bloody true as well....
this world just sucks towards women i tell you ... and you really do have to stand up for your self if you want to survive this effing world
PS i am highly sorry for my language but i just feel so strong about this topic .. i just couldn't help myself .... i hope you dont mind =)