Why Am I A Girl

I tend to follow no rules,

I don't want to be calm.

But the breasts I have,

Ruins my charm.

I think of ignoring,

The norms of society,

And all I want to be,

Is bold and mighty.

People don't understand,

That the difference is minor,

What makes a girl different,

Is just her vagina.

They become happy,

To exploit us in ways.

Just because we have,

Those painful 5 days.

My parents never bothered,

To replace me with a boy.

Because they know the difference,

Between me and a toy

.

But the society forces me,

To squeeze up my skull,

And ask myself the question,

Why am I a girl?