When she was born,
her parents never loved her any less for her being a girl
It made their cheeks lift and lips curl
She was never a mistake, no matter her gender
Although this never stopped the first offender
As she grew she began to wonder the truth
Always wanting to know the answers during her youth
She asked who decided boys could play in the dirt
Her mother said she didn't know as she straightened out her skirt She was six when she was told boys pull your curls when they fancy you
But that never reassured the fear that grew
She asked why the saying is 'boys will be boys'
And not 'girls are not your toys'
She was eight when her classmates wouldn't let her play She asked why only to hear 'you keep hitting like a girl today'
Then asked her female teacher why 'hitting like a girl' was an insult
She shrugged and said they heard it from an adult
She was fourteen when she attended her first dance
When a boy came behind her and slapped her butt as she was in a stance
She confronted him later asking what gave him the right
He explained to her that it was his goal for the night
She was sixteen when she laid on the streets naked
While her mind kept screaming 'Why me? I'm just a kid'
Later she would head home and burn her skin under the shower Only to be drain of her dignity and power
Did they talk about amazing things because they thought she'd turn into one of them?
Little did they know, she was locked in her room drowning her thoughts with a bottle of rum
To forget the past memories until she felt numb ~k.d
