HERE, HAVE A POEM.
The day you first realize that life is unfair
Is the day you first enter the fray
And it is the first day you understand
That fighting back is not something girls do.
And that fairness only matters when you fight for it.
So, as they slowly remove your life, stripping bits
Of your dignity and your rights through neglect
You realize that you have no choice but to fight
As the people who said they would stand join in confrontation
Gently step back to those who would restrict your very presence.
When you fight you are called strident,
Shouted down by those who do not value your shouts
And only listen when someone like them speaks for you.
But taking up arms to fight them hurts
And the fighting leaves you beat,
As you insist your voice is legitimate.
But if every word you utter gives another thirst
and reason to start fighting.
While the constant battle
Between who you are and who you ought to be
Rages between reality and fantasy
Choosing reality means the bout continues.
Is the day you first enter the fray
And it is the first day you understand
That fighting back is not something girls do.
And that fairness only matters when you fight for it.
So, as they slowly remove your life, stripping bits
Of your dignity and your rights through neglect
You realize that you have no choice but to fight
As the people who said they would stand join in confrontation
Gently step back to those who would restrict your very presence.
When you fight you are called strident,
Shouted down by those who do not value your shouts
And only listen when someone like them speaks for you.
But taking up arms to fight them hurts
And the fighting leaves you beat,
As you insist your voice is legitimate.
But if every word you utter gives another thirst
and reason to start fighting.
While the constant battle
Between who you are and who you ought to be
Rages between reality and fantasy
Choosing reality means the bout continues.