If I were a boy,
I would get up my bed
with a warm chest,
free from fears I now posses.
I would breathe deep in air,
Not under thousands of layers.
Let my face uncovered
With dirt and grime,
still being admired in perpetuum.
I won't have to ponder for hours
What clothes to wear or not to wear,
Never dressing less, never over.
My choice of clothes
won't be my consent.
For never would I have to
hear those nasty comments.
I would be able to live the life,
I always wanted to,
With the right to lead my passion,
To rule the fvcking world.
It's hard being a girl sometimes,
my assertion ever causing me disconcertion,
Looking behind with every step I take,
Keeping wary of what company I make.
If I were a boy,
I would respect my mother, sister or wife.
Give them my time,
Worth them more then dime.
Only if,
But the truth persists.
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