"Look at how beautiful you are!"
A line usually for young girls
Not really "strong and tough"
They much complimented our curls
Unlike all the other young boys
Who were always asked
Always expected to be physical
For young girls, this would come last
I was expected to be calm
To not express rage and anger
But boys just went on and on
To proving who's the best fighter
"That's not for girls."
People told me for liking cars
But when I chanced upon car magazines
I found women, less clothed, but with faces like ours
As if it was unfortunate to be a girl
There is always that uncertainty
When boys cried or nagged or stayed silent
"Don't act like a girl, you sissy."
Every bit of injustice and inequality
Start from these things considered little
With every punch or remark
People choose not to think, but just settle
Young girls get the pink ones
Young boys get blue
I never did get clear answers
Whenever I asked if colors can change you
Pretty/Wise