Yes. I am a girl,
and no, that doesn't make me weak.
I'm a girl,
and no, that doesn't make me meek.
Just because I'm shorter and smaller
doesn't mean you can holler
at me, and cat call as I walk by,
or make fun of me just because I cry.
But I'll brush it off,
because I'm just a girl.
And no, that doesn't mean I'm emotional or moody,
or that my beauty
is measured in models and double zeroes,
when women are only ever saved by "heroes".
In a world where starvation is glorified,
and I'm horrified
to walk outside my front door.
Just waiting to be called a whore
because God forbid I should step out of line,
and draw the attention of a random guy
who sees my body as a conquest.
Because I get reprimanded when I protest,
because my place is in the kitchen.
So I should just quit my bitching
about how women are treated,
keep myself seated.
Because I am just a girl.