The Silent

what does it mean to be a girl?

I'm just a girl, right?

I'm supposed to have that curvy, but anorexic-like skinny body that boys crave 

but I need to have huge breasts and a grip-able bum

pimples and acne are unheard of and forbidden

I'm supposed to have a smooth and soft touch to the calloused hands of man

but I need to keep my scars hidden and hair kept invisible

otherwise it grosses even the toughest of guys out there

I need to be kept orderly and clean 25/8

but know how to use my mouth and hands sexually

and expected to clean even the tiniest of his mess

I need to wear ChapStick and lotion

because nobody likes peeling lips and dry elbows or knees

if they see your messed up knees, they call you a slut

but in reality you help grandma in her garden and grandpa with yard work

I have to have a certain look on my face in public

or I'm not approachable and society's outcast

I'm supposed to be pure and keep my virginity in tact

just so some asshole can come along and deflower me to his liking

then go to his friends and brag about how he was able to get in my pants

when in all reality I never gave him that go head in the first place

I'm supposed to breathe clean air and drink water

because as soon as someone finds out I do differently

I'm labeled the party animal and expected to bring that 'good good' to every event

I need to smell like fresh pears and lilies

but instead I smell like oil grease and coffee beans

with a hint of cigar smoke and pencil shavings

my hair needs to be braided and shiny

long and kept nice

but it's not instead

its knotted and tangled and messy

no matter what I do to keep it out of everyone's way

it's like that spirit my Native American tribe leader says I have

I have to be a lady and cross my legs a certain way

otherwise I'm a heathen

No anger or issues of any kind

I need to have a level head on my shoulders

and wisdom in my words

I have to be top of my class as first born 'rules' go

I can't fight in any way unless I want to be called crazy and sent to a psych ward

I can't have my opinions because I'll be told I'm too judgmental