Men think it with a hopeful grin
No matter what I wear,
Loose sleeves, big shoes, small skirts
Their guesses fill the air.
Women say it sharp with scorn,
Like judgment dressed as care,
A word they toss across a room
As if it’s mine to bear.
Girls whisper it with envy
And a little bit of fear,
Testing out the sound of it
Whenever I’m too near.
They say it like a statement,
Like something plainly seen.
But I say it with a question mark
I’m only fourteen