Why is it that
I am held to a standard set in stone
That you are able to treat like a mold
Why is it that
I am punished for not acting “lady-like”
Yet you are excused because “boys will be boys”
Why is it that
When I was a girl, I wasn’t strong enough to lift a chair
Because you, were the “strong boy” my teacher required
Why is it that
I am trained in passivity
While you are praised for being actively inquisitive
Why is it that
As I speak out, I am obnoxiously bossy
But as you speak out, you are a heroic leader
Why is it that
When insulting me, I’m a *****
But when insulting you, you are just a son of that *****
Why is it that
I can’t speak my truth because that would be emasculating
But you are entitled to, because your truth actually has value
Why is it that
—for the same action—
I am spat out, left ruminating in a puddle of self-doubt
While you are uplifted and encouraged
And, why is it that
I've internalized all of these messages, absorbing the ramifications
While you are able to effectively maneuver them, benefiting off of my downfall
Why is it that, now
I reflexively utter “sorry,” coating my rhetoric to please you
Why is it that, now
I instantaneously tell you, “no, it's ok” when
it isn't. ok.
Why is it that, now
When an adult man catcalls me, a teenage girl
I am taught that is my obligation to indulge him, be kind
So I am not further harassed
And, tell me, why is it that
I am taught to compromise my needs
To fulfill yours
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
“You said that would be gone by now”
The mother says pointing at
The heaps of clothes strewn across
The little girl’s bedroom floor
10 years later, the mother says,
“You said that would be gone by now”
pointing
At the soft roll that pudges out
on her little girls stomach
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 3:55 PM UTC