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Gender Roles


I knew a girl once who got called boy more times than she could count each time it brought tears to her eyes liked she’d never amount to their glorified expectations horrified by her image in the mirror hair much too short, features too sharp, breasts too small echoing names yelled at her down school halls “Are you a boy or a girl?” They scream as if you can condemn someone for their gender as if they’d rather us all be a pretender because boys aren't allowed to like pink and girls aren't supposed to be blue but really the only person your gender should matter to is you because society is one big brainwash they shove Barbies and makeup down our throats drowning you in moats of insecurity because you’re not pretty enough or it’s GI Joes and sports shoved in your face and if you can’t compete you’re a disgrace because you’re not strong enough but who the hell can say what really constitutes a gender? the only difference between male and female is the parts you got down under you are who you are and that’s nothing to be ashamed of gender roles are meaningless they’re society’s crutch to keep us in our place throwing us in a constant arms race when in reality it doesn't matter what you wear or how you talk, or what you look like that is your choice if a guy wants to wear a dress and the girl wants to wear the suit then that’s nothing for anyone to dispute your gender shouldn't be a life sentence of who you are, and what you should be look deep inside yourself and find exactly who you are meant to be
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