The Reality of Being a Girl

A hypothetical poem about what it means to be a girl in current society.



I realized the reality of being a girl when I was 6 years old
And my guy friends decided that girls couldn’t ride bikes with them because they were too slow.
Even though I was the fastest of them all.

I realized the reality of being a girl when I was 10 years old
The man in the elevator touched me in a way he shouldn’t.
When I told my father and his first response was to ask what I was wearing.

I realized the reality of being a girl when I was 13 years old
And my family began to speak of me finding a husband.
As if my identity would not be complete without a man on my hand and a ring on my finger.

I realized the reality of being a girl when I was 17 years old
And my dreams of being a mechanical engineer were crushed because society would think less of a woman who interacted with workers on the field.

I realized the reality of being a girl when I was 19 years old
And I saw my angelic aunt cry because of her abusive husband and the fact that the judge would not decree in favor of her getting a divorce.
I watched her stay trapped in a loveless marriage and heard people whisper it was her fault for angering him in the first place.

I realized the reality of being a girl when I was 22 years old
After 4 years of hard work and graduating at the top of my class
No male boss would hire me after they looked my clothes up and down
And decided that my résumé deserved to fade away in the face of my conservative clothing.

I realized the reality of being a girl when I was 26 years old
Engaged to the man who took my breath away and of who I had memorized every detail that etched his skin. The meaning behind every blink of his eyes.
Yet, I could only capture his interest with bright shades of lipstick as opposed to my bright mind and my love for stimulating conversations.

I realized the reality of being a girl when I was 40 years old
The doctors smiled sympathetically and told me I was sick with an unfortunate disease.
After years of standing beside him and taking care of his every need and desire..
My husband grew sick of my fragility and my inability to cook him proper food and decided that a younger wife was the answer.

I realize the reality of being a girl during every second of every day.
With every act of injustice that I face
With every hardship society deems me deserving of.