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I couldn't tell you how many poems I've read about girls in disguises, girls hiding in their closets, girls acting like girls, wishing they were something more... This is not a poem about wishing, but a poem of being. This is not a cry for help, but a song of assurance. I am a girl, but I am no feminist. You won't find me painting on makeup each morning for confident clarity. {red blemishes flourish} You won't find me tearing my feet up each night to look tall and fancy. {bruises on the heel} You won't find me wearing a red push-up bra for emotional support. {endless back pain} You won't find me shaking while holding a gun for protection. {fear is stupidity} I couldn't tell you how many girls I've seen doing these things, over and over; girls wishing they were something more... This is not a poem about hope, but a form of being. This is not a scream of pity, but an equalist view. I am a girl, but I am no feminist. I choose to be myself, despite the boys who call me odd; despite the girls with envious eyes. I choose to play video games at 2am and eat until I feel sick. I choose to wear band tees to the bar and go home alone. I choose to say what I mean and suffer the consequences. I choose to wear less clothes, and sometimes more, when I want. I've found someone who loves me for who I am. I've found two people, in fact. There is a boy who comes over and I can call him my love; I can call him my best friend. There is a boy who never judges the boy in me; the things I do. There is a boy who reminds me a lot of a girl, who picked flowers with her mom when she was little. And sometimes, I put on makeup for you, because I love you, and I want you to know I'm proud. Sometimes, I'm proud of myself, because I got the eye liner just right. And sometimes, I like acting fragile so I can do less work and watch as you tire in sweat. Sometimes, I even shout my worries to the sky. But moderation is so important in a time so rigid with lust. There is a girl who is me, and that boy and that girl both know who I am. I am sick of complaints; I am sick of the 1950's attitude; I am sick of excuses; I want to see action; and I don't mean a protest. And maybe you like being a girl. Maybe you dress up purely for yourself, and no one else. But that doesn't explain the things that you say in public and in retrospect, as tears fall down your cheek, and knives glide off your tongue. I see more of it every day -- girls just like me. You are only weak if you believe that you are. You are only a girl if you think that you are. I am a human being, and so are you. I am no feminist.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
samantha-rose-schaefer
A Girl, but No Feminist
I couldn't tell you how many poems I've read about girls in disguises, girls hiding in their closets, girls acting like girls, wishing they were something more... This is not a poem about wishing, but a poem of being. This is not a cry for help, but a song of assurance. I am a girl, but I am no feminist. You won't find me painting on makeup each morning for confident clarity. {red blemishes flourish} You won't find me tearing my feet up each night to look tall and fancy. {bruises on the heel} You won't find me wearing a red push-up bra for emotional support. {endless back pain} You won't find me shaking while holding a gun for protection. {fear is stupidity} I couldn't tell you how many girls I've seen doing these things, over and over; girls wishing they were something more... This is not a poem about hope, but a form of being. This is not a scream of pity, but an equalist view. I am a girl, but I am no feminist. I choose to be myself, despite the boys who call me odd; despite the girls with envious eyes. I choose to play video games at 2am and eat until I feel sick. I choose to wear band tees to the bar and go home alone. I choose to say what I mean and suffer the consequences. I choose to wear less clothes, and sometimes more, when I want. I've found someone who loves me for who I am. I've found two people, in fact. There is a boy who comes over and I can call him my love; I can call him my best friend. There is a boy who never judges the boy in me; the things I do. There is a boy who reminds me a lot of a girl, who picked flowers with her mom when she was little. And sometimes, I put on makeup for you, because I love you, and I want you to know I'm proud. Sometimes, I'm proud of myself, because I got the eye liner just right. And sometimes, I like acting fragile so I can do less work and watch as you tire in sweat. Sometimes, I even shout my worries to the sky. But moderation is so important in a time so rigid with lust. There is a girl who is me, and that boy and that girl both know who I am. I am sick of complaints; I am sick of the 1950's attitude; I am sick of excuses; I want to see action; and I don't mean a protest. And maybe you like being a girl. Maybe you dress up purely for yourself, and no one else. But that doesn't explain the things that you say in public and in retrospect, as tears fall down your cheek, and knives glide off your tongue. I see more of it every day -- girls just like me. You are only weak if you believe that you are. You are only a girl if you think that you are. I am a human being, and so are you. I am no feminist.
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