The first time I went to a library,
I took out a pink princess book
because i was told:
Girls like Pink
Girls like Red
Girls like Orange
Never Blue
Never Green
Never Grey
When i grew up I realized I never liked pink
When i went to the shoe shop
I saw the prettiest grey Snickers that ever existed
But i was told:
Girls like Pink
Girls like Red
Girls like Orange
Never Grey
When i turned fifteen I liked a girl in my class
But was told Girls like Boys
Never girls
Mommy said my body looked good for boys
And i failed to understand that statement.
I remember when i cut my hair
At school they called me names I never could understand
At home i was a disgrace
And that too i failed to understand
When i was sixteen I went to church
The pastor prayed for his son gone wrong
And when i asked why
I was told he loved wrong
But to me how could that be possible
Then they explained___
Girls belong to Boys
Boys belong to Girls
Never a Boy and a Boy
Never a Girl and a Girl
One day i understood why.
Mommy was never taught about this kind of love
Same as the pastor.
When i was thirty five years of age
Only then was I proud to wear
Green
Blue
Grey
When i was thirty five I no longer saw myself as a Girl
But as a human
I wish this kind of available education was available back then
When i was still ten years of age
Lost in the Library
Lost in a shoe shop
Lost at home
Lost at school
&
Lost in church.
Because of the gender assigned to me in my mothers womb
I was told who to become...
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PoetryDig deeper in any soul and you'll tend to find Pain as the root to the flower that has been blooming for decades.⊙_⊙
