In the way other boys are
I wish I was strong and tall
And looked good while doing it
I wish my achievements in athletics
And not “pretty good for a girl”
I wish I experienced boyhood the way boys did
I wish I scraped my knees while climbing trees
And looked tough instead of
Teachers wondering why a girl was covered in bruises
Because when boys have bruises
And when girls have bruises they asked me
If everything was ok at home
I wish I could lift the weight
Of all of my friends as they struggle
In the way boys are strong
Where it’s easy to hike to run to meet their quota
Where they go to the gym and meet their friends
And not have to film themselves in case
Someone gets a little too handsy
I wish I was a boy in a way
Where I could have long curly hair
And still look like a boy
I wish people would see me
I wish I was a boy in a way where my chest
Did not ache in order for it to be flat
But in a way where I deal with the heartbreak
Of another loss in a mindless game
I wish I was a boy like the ones from horror movies
Where people fawn over me walking in the woods
I wish I was a boy in the violent way
In the primal, animalistic unashamed way
I wish I was a boy in the way other boys are boys
I am not ashamed I wasn’t born a boy
Because grapes were not born wine
I’d never get to be my own favorite sculpture
That I hand in to my mother
Where she wonders who I drew
Though I was just drawing myself
In the way nobody ever sees me
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