There was a time I wanted to be
one of the guys instead of a girl.
I loathed the words, \"Act like a lady”
and “ No playing in the dirt, you’ll
mess your clothes up”!
The agony of jumpers, skirts
and pantihose that required
my legs remain close together.
I detested my required participation
in clothes and shoe shopping.
If there was a hell I felt like
I was currently in it.
I believed wearing uncomfortable
curlers in overnight was a torturing
technique for little girls as
they tried to sleep.
My hair must have felt
resentment too because
a hour later the curls
fell right out.
As I got older I became
very rebellious.
My hair was always in a ponytail.
I held spitting contests
and played kickball
with the boys.
I wrestled despite the
bruises it would leave.
I refused dresses and
skirts only wearing pants.
Now that I am older
I have made peace
with womanhood
by making it my own.