"Like a Girl"
"Run like a girl, " they said.
And without a doubt,
We would flail our arms around,
Throw our legs backward like a chicken,
Head bobbling around like a toy.
"Fight like a girl, " they said.
And again, without a doubt,
We would start flapping our arms like wings,
Putting no force, no strength, no effort into "fighting, "
Scratching the air like a frenzied cat.
But I know what it's truly like to run, to fight like a girl.
I run from expectations of "a girl, "
To be folded in,
To stay soft, silent, and small.
To laugh politely, not too loud,
To cross my legs and lower my gaze.
They say it's proper, it's ladylike,
But all I hear is to be less.
I run from the stares that slice,
The whispers that weigh me down.
"Stop wearing too much makeup, " they sneer,
"Be natural."
Yet when I bare my skin, stripped and real,
They flinch, "You look tired. You look wrong."
That's what it means to run like a girl,
To sprint through double standards,
dodging every word that tries to cage you.
To run, not in fear,
But in defiance, feet pounding freedom into the earth.
And I fight like a girl.
I fight the mirror when it reflects what the world tells me I should be.
I fight the voices that measure worth in inches, in glances, in silence.
I fight for space, for choice, for me.
I bleed, but I do not break.
I fall, but I rise sharper than before.
Because fighting like a girl
means standing your ground
when the world tries to knock you down,
and still finding the strength to smile.
So yes,
I run like a girl.
I fight like a girl.
And if that makes me too much,
then so be it.
Because girls like me
were never meant to be small.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem