Female

When your little you dont see the difference
Don't recognise the pink and the blue
What the future has all lined up for you
Innocence creates the oblivious

And you're given a doll and he's given a gun
But there's no ill intent, its all meant for fun
Except you are daughter, when dad wanted a son,
And there lies the problem, that was made from day one.

For your told how to sit, and what you should wear,
Growing older, becoming aware of their stares,
You have to consider the effect you can have,
For it isnt his fault, its ingrained in man.

Natures plan, he should lead, and we're meant to follow,
A bitter pill to swallow, it consumes,
 I feel hollow, for this body defined,
apparent traits of our mind,
 means we nuture, not fight, its not in our design.

But not mine, instantly antagonised by this shit.
Who decided for me I ever wanted a kid.
Why the fuck should they judge, if i changed and then did.
Weird my womb considered other people's business.

Barbie was boring, preference playing cars,
Why settle as wifey, instead smashed in a bar,
Still a farce, supposed to accept what I'm given,
Minus 20 percent for what I do for a living,
Frustrated, I know i deserve more than this,
Say the statement out loud, "you dumb feminist"
Suck my dick. Or my clit, whichever you see fit.
Dont like it, have a good old look at my tits.
You think its too much? I don't think its enough
For every encounter i was scared, but showed tough
Every walk home i had to have keys in my hand
Every time some said that i behave like a man
How i look, what i wear, the length of my dress

Like being stabbed and told you should have put on a vest.
Am i less? the balance will never be just, objectified but told I'm making a fuss,
Not enough, but consider an ulterior world
Where children were born from something else than a girl.
A dystopian fiction, apocalyptic depiction,
Who predicted a pandemic within our vision.
Poor decisions, shit leaders, where is our faith
No one can't tell me whats planned for my fate
It's too late, but i can still scream from the top
Till my voice dissappates, till i stop and then drop,
That I'll never accept that he's better than me,
Based on nothing except that he is a he.