Girl
I used to be the kind of girl who said
"I'm not like other girls"
Because I read big books
Drank tea
Wore ripped jeans and snarky tshirts.
Turning my nose up at
Short skirts and made-up faces
Wearing heels in the high school halls.
I used to say I was smarter than the average girl
Looking down from my books
And the education my parents paid for
Like it was something I had earned or deserved
Instead of something I was born into
As surely as someone else wasn't.
Reciting facts and quotes someone else told me
Were important
Without asking why.
I used to roll my eyes at words like feminist
Words like equal pay and sexiam
Say things like "it's only a few cents"
And "That's just how it is"
And "Well don't dress like that."
Drinking down all the messages I recieved
From the media
From tradition
From parents of my friends and people at my church.
We are all like each other.
Tea drinking or martini sipping
Book reading or phone texting.
Jeans or skirts, flip flops or heels
You can't tell me that a shoe
A tube of lipstick
One look or another
Makes me into a different girl
Just by the casual application
Don't pit me against the girls in short skirts and heels
Or teach me to side-eye the plus-sizes
Don't try to tell me that
Brown girls or black ones aren't as good
Because they have colors where I lack them.
Don't show me those pictures
And say 'sex sells.'
Do you think that I don't see you lurking there?
Whispering that we aren't good enough
That we're better than them at least
And if we step on her, we can go higher.
I am not the naive little girl I once was.
You can't fool me any more
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