Engineer Girl
First day,
Smell of Axe body spray
hard plastic chairs and pixelated screens
short hair and sneakers,
but no pink or ponytails seen.
Every pair of eyes fixed on me
subject I love; class intimidates me
in a sea of masculinity
my gender everyone can see
at school an engineering class
is no place for a girl to be.
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