I was born with
Two children on my hips and
The expectation of being a woman at age twelve
The “grow up” comments
After a joke that “didn’t make sense”
I’m supposed to dress how I want but
“That’s not in the liking of men”
They want me to be strong but
They don’t recognize my sensitive side
I have to put my emotions aside
And “act like a man”
But I am not a man
Nor a “woman”
I am a human being
Above all
Can’t they see me despite the fog of my appearance?
I’m not some perfect thing descended from the gods
something to put on a pedestal
I’m not here to “bear the fruit”
something to recruit
I’m not for you to hit
something to dump your anger in
I’m not your therapist
something to fulfill your needs
I’m not “something”
I am a human being












