Why being a Girl?
When I cried at my first jiffy
As I felt the room pretty stuffy
Grany didn’t like mom’s pearl
I wondered, why being a girl?
By the look on my father’s face
I thought, what was the disgrace?
He took me in his hands and told
“It’s ok”, his heart was consoled.
So I realized every night,
That I was born for a fight
If boys took a step ahead
I must take two while I tread.
This struggle for all girls
Straightened up our curls
When I was to make up a Barbie doll
We were playing basket ball
After a few years of love and fun
Dad said proudly, “This is my son!”
Then freedom gleamed in my eye
I was above all my ally.
As the winds smelled like teen
I was not what I must’ve been
School hours were spent prime
Nights were on for party time
If I thought everything was good
That the society did all it could
To make my life a happy one
With all ecstasy and fun
Said the streets, “You’re wrong my dear”.
Don’t tread without any fear.
For there are shadows that chase your furl
I was reminded…why being a girl?
I felt sorry for my mother
Who startled at a blowing feather
Whenever I was out of the gate
And whenever I was a minute late
We’ve been friends-girl and boy
First we are all modest and coy
What is it that you revenge?
As you grow up, you change.
For we were to lend a helping hand
Walk together through the sand
It’s irritates when you’re chasing
Yeh, I mean eve-teasing.
You don’t know how life’s hell
So listen what I want to tell
That lets change roles for a try
“Why being a boy?!” you’ll cry!
How dare you have such guts?!
You deserve a kick on the butt.
For if I look ‘hot’ to you,
Your sister’s being troubled too!
So dear men, old or young
Give this attitude a flung
Become those ol’ time gentlemen
Understand, at least one in ten.
when i was 17yrs. old