by Manna Mariam Shibu
|From a hole in a window|
Unnoticed, like a shadow
She sees the boys, and their world
Can’t be like them because she’s a girl?
|Their hands for shields and trophies|
Her hands for clothes and dishes
If these are facts of nature, then I
I’ll erase them and rewrite with my wishes
|None cage my wind of dreams|
Of flying, and claiming my rights
This tiny girl has a soul, a soul with
A pounding heart, a heart that also fights
|With social norms, and slander,|
Do not devalue me,
And dare not judge me by my gender.