Why can’t I be heard?
Why do I have to shrink myself?
Why do I have to play second fiddle? Why do I have to be judged based on my gender?
The other day, a “well meaning” aunt called me aside,
She advised that I shouldn’t be “too anything”…
Don’t be too outspoken,
Don’t be too opinionated,
Don’t get too ambitious,
Don’t get too rich,
Just don’t or you’ll scare them away!!
There was this time I tried to confide in you;
I told you about that guy…
The one who tried to take advantage of me.
Remember what you told me?
“I told you that dress shows off your curves. You shouldn’t have worn it to see him!”
Why do you always try to blame me?
Why do you always find a way to point accusing fingers at me?
Even when I’m clearly the victim.
Look at my friend, Ada
I told you I had to visit her at the hospital,
Her husband beat the living daylight out of her,
Do you remember what you said?
“She talks too much. I’m sure she must have pushed the poor guy to the wall this time”
Why do my folks focus too much on me?
My curfew is 7:30pm,
My kid brother isn’t back from the game center yet
Check your clock, it’s 10:30 pm, isn’t it?
Why are the shouts of “hallelujah” always louder when someone testifies of the birth of a “bouncing baby boy”?
Why? Just why?