Notes To You

-twenty two-

Your towering figure of 6,2 looms over my petite frame,

It's a mark of defiance, strength, superiority... or so you think,

What makes you think that the curves and joints of your body,

So different, yet so similar to mine, makes you worthy,

or more entitled to anything?

The mountains that you climb and say are too big for me,

are well within my grasp, I can do what you do too,

The exams you pass and say are too complicated,

are also the exams that I will succeed in.

Why do you say, this job is too difficult, the consequences too much,

everything too hard, straining, complicated, difficult, exhausting.

Just because I am a girl does not make me any less than you.

I may be weaker at something or even better at something than you,

But that, is not because I am a girl. 

That is not because my torso curves in and out like oceans waves,

It is not because my hair flows long beneath my shoulder blades,

Or because I cry to quickly and laugh too much.

It is not because of all these things that  apparently "define" my gender,

MY gender cannot be described by such, nor can I, 

I am a girl, you equally a boy.

And for this remember I beg of you,

Anything you can do, I can do too.