I curse at myself for being born a female
in a world, that aches for men.
Maybe if I had the “y” chromosome things would be easier
I wouldn’t have to fight for my voice to be heard
over the roaring of a man’s.
My words wouldn’t lose their meaning as soon as they slip out of my mouth.
I would be respected for my choices, for my opinions, and for my existence.
I wouldn’t have someone wish I was born a boy when my mother gave birth to me.
I wouldn’t have someone wish I gave birth to a boy.
I wouldn’t have to sacrifice myself, my dreams, and my values just to be appreciated and accepted.
I wouldn’t have the label, “selfish” on me when I want to do something for myself.
I am an honor for my brother
Respect for my father
And a sacrifice for my husband.
I am not allowed to have an identity of my own
I belong to a world that celebrates the birth of a boy
and the death of a girl.
I curse myself for being born a female.