Being a Woman
By Sarah M.
I don’t hate the fact that I’ll probably never be paid the same as a man
It doesn’t bother me that he lifts more weight than I humanly can
But I despise, with every bone in my body, that I am a woman
I’ll never get to say outloud the jokes I think of in my dirty mind
I don’t want to come off as crude, crass, or unkind
I feel like I’m an elephant wobbling on a circus ball
I want to be cute, tiny, but I want also to be tall
I want to squash men like mice and laugh at them all
But I also want to be like Barbie with her beauty and her body
I want to be unique and authentic, but also a plastic copy
I am smarter than any boy in my school
And because of this I’ll never be cool
I walk into a classroom and I’ll always be the one to raise a hand
I could teach them physics and literature but they’ll never understand
Because in their mind, I’ll never be as good as a man
I know what they are thinking, when they try to act impressed
Believing they could always do better if they really gave it their best
Because that's what men do
They’ll win in their minds, so they’ll bet against you
To be honest, I don’t really care about feminism and rights
Because we’ll throw out our razors but we’ll keep our tights
Because even if we get equal pay and are treated well
We’ll be out of the cage but the sky will become a cell
Men will expect praise when they put a woman in a higher chair
But his was delicately carved out of wood and hers appeared from thin air
It’s like they don’t know the meaning of fair?
I don’t want to be awarded a position because I have two x chromosomes
You can’t just take us out of homes
And expect us to respect our thrones
We don’t want to be put in a box
But when we’re hired, we know you check them off
You smirk at our bodies and you do that cringy man hug
Taking a sip from your Dad Of The Year mug
I don’t want things to get better for us
It will only give them something else to discuss
To hold above our halo adorned heads
Tearing our dignity to shreds
I want to be a man, or rather I wish I was born one
If you can’t beat ’em, join them
I want to laugh at how annoying girls are
They’re trashy makeup and drama that goes too far
I want to make crude jokes and say things not politically correct
Because if you’re a guy, it's what they already expect
I know I could beat a man in almost anything that challenged me
I just hate that he’d still clap when I am the one to take home the trophy
Because even though he lost, he's being what a man’s meant to be
I’lll hold up my hands and flash a victory grin
But everyone knows the camera’s still on him