When i was younger i wondered-
What made me a girl?
Was it the hair on my head,
Or the thing between my legs,
Was it the dresses i would wear,
Or the two bumps that would grow
When i was younger i wondered
What made me a girl..
I soon realised it was not my attributes,
But the way im moulded and treated.

The small things that make no difference,
Go wash the dishes
While my brother sits playing,
Told to stop provoking
When someone starts screaming,
Healing everyones trauma,
While adding to my own.

When i got older i wondered,
What made me a girl?
Was it the teams assigned in pe,
Or the friend group i joined?
When i got older i wondered
What made me a girl?
Now that I'm older,
My curiosity is lower.

Clothes that i wore would be
To covering or to slutty
While my brother could leave messy,
I could have no wrinkle in sight.
Everything i knew,
Was not lade like.
But am i girl, lady or woman like?
Now im confused

Now that im older, i no longer wonder,
What makes me a girl
Because that's not whats expected,
Be young, act older, now youre too mature,
All these rules conflicting,
I no longer know what to choose,
Cover up, stop hiding, loose a bit more weight.
You're anorexic, you're loud
Why are you so shy?
Expectations? You have none
You're a girl we expect none.
But you're to childish,
You're nearly a woman,
Start acting your age.
I must be eveything and nothing
What can i do

When i was younger,
When i got older
Now that im older
I wonder..
What makes me a girl?

The fact that no matter what
I will be sexualised
For not showing enough or too much
For how my body may distract
And how my personality will harm.
The fact that no matter what
I will always be inferior
Watch my father leave
But now its time to suck it up
You're a lady now, time to clean up
But why isn't he lending a hand?
My body, your choice,
Mothers choice?
Mans choice
My body wasn't mine
When my gender was found
Because what it means to be a girl?
Its to be the fixer and the problem
All at the same time.