When I was a little kid,
I always had dolls for birthday gifts
while my brother received
shiny remote-controlled cars.
I looked at my mother with sad eyes
and a plea I could not quite forget
I wanted one, too.
One that screeches and speeds.
One just like his.
My parents, they just shook their heads f
rom left to right, making me feel small
like I wasn't small enough already.
They made a clear 'tsk' and exclaimed,
pink is not blue and blue is not pink.
In middle school, I wore pants
black denims that swayed
along the soles of my shoes.
Living on the other side of the paradigm
was all my other female classmates
with thigh high skirts revealing
almost all the pores on their skin.
I disliked the constant hissing and whistling
of sexually frustrated blokes in the hallways
like they had hot roasted meat served on the table
Although schoolgirls seemed to be mesmerized
like they were roars of promise
of such beauty and towering standards.
Sunny day, at three in the afternoon
senior's nose had blood gushing out
punched him like it was nobody's business
We both got sent to the principal
and asked what had happened to us two.
Told the teacher he was a sick pervert
she was taken aback by what my mouth had spilled
it was not because I stood for myself
but because of the fact that I had a dirty vocabulary.
The time had come when people are so open
with their sexuality and their organ changes
while conservatives called them all damned
Breasts were flashed on the internet
and dick pics were a 'thing'.
Bathroom stalls flooded with phone numbers
probably wanting a good time
Bars secluded with random people
Women invited to dance, several shots of vodka,
just to 'take her home'.
Objectified, crucified on social structures
Deprived of the only means of freedom
When the podium housed a vagina,
people spoke ill as to why they
should be granted rights.
Raped because "they were asking for it"
Abused for being "too weak"
Sexually harassed for sole reason
of having to show the beautiful bare skin
Only because pink is not blue.