He drawls on Picks the same three All male, unlike me The girls sit in silence Watching as he Does the problem And another he does the next But never me
I sit there raising my hand because When I call out it's wrong But when they call out it's cool
Then I'm told To participate more I raise my hand most of the time I'm called on least of the time
Sexism starts young When boys expect all the attention and girls know they will be unheard
This is about my experiences of sexism in my school. It is my first poem on this site, but I'm excited to write here. Try to give me feedback so I can improve..