If I Were A Girl Poem by Pius Didier

If I were a girl,
I would come home late like papa,
I would snore all night long,
I would wake late like papa,
I would keep my beard...

Yesterday I wrote of the gubbins
And the crisscrossing of the dolphins
Today I woke up early before dawn
To write on the things we do guilelessly
With my mild dark and torn diaries in tacked
Then read loud like a caged bird
'(Do not hold me mama,
do not bold me papa,
do not even, even my brethren,
from the things you fear, in your
ears.
From the things you hear, in your
hearts.
since I'm near...) '
Since I was a kid
Since I was a boy
(And today I am a man)
Even when I'm dead rot,
I wanted and will want to be a girl,
But...
The boy and man in me said,
'You cannot be a girl,
since your eyebrows can't curl,
since your tears can't freely flow,
since your hair can't grow soft,
since your voice can't break soft,
neither can your belated back ache,
nor your shadow shape for a
double entendre
only your lips... but you're a boy.'
If I were a girl,
Only for a night,
Only for a fortnight,
I wouldn't only be a knight,
But benevolently behave like a might,
But I am a boy.

If I were a girl,
I wouldn't race all day long, but play the candies every day.
A wouldn't summon papa for a toy gun, but ask mama for a doll girl.
I wouldn't throw stones at every puppy, but draw peace to mama's utensils.
I wouldn't only conceive kids, but bore bouncy babies
I wouldn't have written this much wishing to be a girl.
I would colour the sky blue.
I would make the nights true.
I would turn round the world, to paint every imaginary line,
With my natural red colourful paint,
A paint that I welcome every month.
But I am a boy.

If I were a girl,
I would come home late like papa,
I would snore all night long,
I would wake late like papa,
I would keep my beard like a monk,
I would sleep on the risky side of bed,
I would wait till the sun is set and gone,
Then come home late and drunk,
and ask for a glass of water to cool,
Before ending to bed to bow.
But I am a boy.