It’s not so easy, being born a girl,
knowing that one day you will be a woman.
It’s not fair to grow up with the thought
that you are a member of the weaker sex.
It’s not the most exciting piece of news,
when you’re told being a woman
means carrying a curse.
It’s not easy being asked if it’s
“that time of the month,”
any time you’re feeling less than pleasant.
It’s not fair that
“being a girl” is an insult,
while “manning up” is a call to action.
It’s not easy to be
objectified and marginalized.
But life isn’t easy and
the world
isn’t
always
fair.
Yet and still,
I’d choose to be a woman any day.
Because being a woman is not a cross to bear,
but an honor bestowed by birthright.
And how we came to call something a curse
that holds the key to our very existence is beyond me,
but I’ll take my curse,
and raise you a miracle.
If being a girl means that I have emotions,
and dare to show them
or that on occasion I think with my heart
instead of my head,
then I’ll be a girl any day.
Being born a girl,
now a woman,
has made me strong.
It has made me compassionate,
and more than any other identifying marker,
it has made me proud.
