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.
......
They make us hate our bodies so much
that we forget we own it.
we spend our youth hunting for anyone
else to handle the now excessive load.
we let them use it until the fragments of
what was once ours shatters into
something unrecognizable.
why does society push us so quickly into forfeiting our own autonomy?
the first thing we are ready to give up is the one thing we truly own.
......
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.
......
They make us hate our bodies so much
that we forget we own it.
we spend our youth hunting for anyone
else to handle the now excessive load.
we let them use it until the fragments of
what was once ours shatters into
something unrecognizable.
why does society push us so quickly into forfeiting our own autonomy?
the first thing we are ready to give up is the one thing we truly own.
......