An Ode To Women
Fifty-one percent of the time
I wish I were a boy anyway.
The other forty-nine percent
I’m usually scheming of ways to find food
At all hours of the day.
We’re caught up in a web
Of societal shames.
That include the overly emotional
Pretty faces, must-get-married,
And feminist games.
Frankly, I don’t want to hear it.
If I were male I would get paid more,
Running would be tremendously easier,
And it would probably be more socially acceptable
To walk into an establishment in a morphsuit than an eyesore.
With all of that being said though,
I wouldn’t change who I am for anything in the world.
Being female is a part of my identity.
We are intoxicating, attractive, mesmerizing beings.
Independence, strong-will, and compassion unfurled.
Majestic, crazy, and weird all at the same time.
Shopping in both sections of H&M for pants
Is where it’s at.
And in the end
We get cheaper car insurance.
Or maybe none of who I am
Has anything to do with my gender.
Maybe I would still be a weird, bookish thug
Who couldn’t make decisions to save my life
If I were a boy in all his splendor.
But I do know that if I weren’t a woman,
I certainly wouldn’t be the same person I am today.
Regardless of gender,
Embrace who you are.
Okay?