Let’s stay blind.

We should ignore the blood on the floor.

Thirteen marrying thirty,

It doesn’t shake us to the core.

A young lady needs the restroom,

But she shouldn’t dare forget a buddy.

This whole world,

When did it get so muddy?

Let’s jump on board.

Hang a sign, share a post.

This whole feminist thing

Is just a glorified boast.

No.

Not quite.

You’ll hear us bark,

And you’ll feel us bite.

Because I refuse

To be afraid to go places at night.

I deserve to feel protected.

That is my God-given right.

Cashier, Banker, Friend, Doctor.

People I shouldn’t have to fear.

“That’s life as a girl”

Is all I seem to hear.

Life isn’t fair,

That much I know,

But “boys will be boys”

Is an idea that must go.

Because girls can’t be girls

And that’s not okay.

Let us be who we are,

Listen as we say:

“I am not fragile,

No not at all.

Make me feel short again,

And you’ll see I can be quite tall.

I am not an object,

And one I will never be.

This world, how it is,

Is this what you want your daughter to see?”

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