Then I think about the rest of my kind
And then I wonder painfully
Why did God make me a girl?
My long hair unfurls and Rolls
Over my shoulders and to my back
What makes me different
From a Boys personality and physique
And then I sway mysteriously
Why did God make me a girl?
Maybe my hands are only meant
to wash dirty dishes and cook food
Maybe they will never get to hold
The paradise of ‘self-earned money’
And then I panic hurriedly
Why did God make me a girl?
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