I am a girl, I must be weak,
I must know that men are stronger,
I need reassurance that I should be pretty,
All because I am a daughter.

I am a girl, I must love pink,
I must wear a skirt and a dress,
But not too short or I ‘must’ be a ****,
But of course, a ***** would never impress.

I am a girl, I must be 'asking for it’,
I mustn’t object when I am cat called on the street,
Because 'I have a nice ***’ and 'every man has free speech’
And I must want attention regarding the heels on my feet.

I am a girl and I should be paid less than a man,
I mustn’t be able to do the right amount of work,
I am supposed to have a clean job, such as a nurse,
A baker, or a hotel desk clerk.

I am a girl and this is what I was brought up to believe,
I was taught to be anchored,
To never cross the line between the sexes,
To never deceed the standard.

I am a girl and I am strong,
I will not be stereotyped by a colour,
I will never be your 'eye candy’,
Do not underestimate my gender.

Becoming numb on a suicidal Sunday,
Seeing your heart beat through your shirt,
Wishing it would stop,
Oh God, why won't it stop?

Feeling the burn of toxic coping mechanisms,
Intoxication becoming pure bliss,
The liquid surging down your throat,
As if it were washing your woes away.

Writing with solely a semicolon,
For everyone praises it as a solution,
A solution to suicide, self harm et cetera,
But a few lines on a screen are only skin deep.

Laying in bed waiting for tomorrow,
Terrified for tomorrow might not come,
For you might end it tonight when your mind is in twists,
When all is empty and glum.