The top of my head only reaches their chin

But I can measure against the greatest of men

I wish my pay was based on merit

And not the chromosomes that I inherit

Affording the rent would be real nice

But my ponytail makes me only half price

Trying my best to just get by

Would be a lot easier if I were a guy

 

And yet on the other hand

I’m free to cry whenever I can

My brothers over here

Gotta hide all traces of shame and fear

Lest the claws of society

Chew them out for not showing masculinity 

How can he be expected to be a gentleman

If he’s not allowed to be gentle, man?

 

Although fairness is fickle, I still believe

In the possibility of equality 

A world where there is no crime

And happiness doesn’t stop on a dime...

 

I know there are pressing issues all over the earth

But some could be solved if people knew the worth

Of a person isn’t based on sex

The fact hat this problem still exists makes me perplexed 

I look forward to the day 

I receive fair pay

And brothers out there

Can behave true to the way

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Of their hearts