Me Too

A poetry on woman, gender and judgement

Riding down the hall, I fear
People comment on what I wear,
My makeup is on point
They say don’t go out at night,
I walk like a normal human
But they say careful, learn.

It is difficult already as a woman
All they do is make fun,
Sometimes I cry
No matter how hard I try,
I am learning to fit in
They ask tuck the shirt in.

I can’t complain
Or else I am a diva,
My plea goes in vain
I should know my limits, after all I am just a chica,
Maybe someday I can be free
I wish I was just a tree.