Why can't a girl be like a boy?

So many girls try to be like boys. Doing the things that boys do are easy. What's hard is holding onto the girl inside.

Who says girls can’t be like boys, can’t be like men. Who says?

I drove by that place everyday. Wished that I could be like them, but I’m a girl.

Who says that only boys can? Why can’t girls.

The girls there wore pink gloves and punched the air.

I wanted to fight. Feel the glory of my fist raised in the sky.

Who says a girl doesn’t want those things.

It’s been a while. I used to strut, dribble; I used to rev my engine.

I wore a pistol strapped to my hip, just like a boy, just like a man, but it’s been a while.

I was apprehensive pulling in the parking lot.

Why had I chosen today to stop? Why did I wear pink today?

I should be wearing black, like a boy, like a man.

I want to train I told the man.

He told me about the fitness classes for the girls.

Why can’t girls be like boys, be like men?

Why can’t we sweat like men and work hard like men.

I want to fight. I want to feel my muscles alive.

I want hard struggle and win.

Why can’t a girl be like a boy, like a man?

I tell the man I want to fight. I want to box and learn jiu jitsu.

He looks at me shocked and fumbles his words.

This wouldn’t happen if I were a boy, and not a girl.

He tells me it’s a hard sport.

I tell him about my past.

About the football games, boot camp and the push up contests I won against the boys.

I blurt out that I was a Marine, the few, the proud. I was like a boy.

He looks happily surprised.

He shakes my hand hard, like a boy, not a girl.

I leave ecstatic, nervous, butterflies about my first class.

I could be like a boy, not a girl.

It’s been awhile, but I can be like a boy.

My first class is hard. He wasn’t wrong.

This is no place for girls; this is a place for boys, for men.

I leave bruised, beat down and hide my pain just like a boy, like a man.

Girls cry. Girls need protected.

It’s been a while but I won’t cry and I won’t need protecting.

I’m not like a girl I’m like a boy.

I go back day after day and train hour after hour. Hungry for the sport, just like a boy.

My speed increases, my muscles grow. Just like a boy.

The man says how amazed he is that I’m still there, that a girl has hung on this long.

I’m annoyed. Why can’t a girl be like a boy?

I try to be more like a boy.

I take scissors to my long black hair.

Why can’t a girl be like a boy?

Finally, after broken bones and lost blood I earn my first belt.

I fight with the boys and win.

I’ve tried hard to be like a boy, more like a man.

Who says that girls have to be like men?

Who says that these things are just for men?

Reviews

[BeanHead:)]

I absolutely aggree. why CAN'T girls be like boys? i mean theres no law stating we cant and we have free speech and will! i think its quite unfair that women do more work then men but get less pay than them. we cant really change what goes on around us but we can make our actions count by believing in them. I wonder though, where you get your wondrous inspiration because its not everyday, your brain clicks. and you want to write about something like this?

[MoriartyMesa]

Wanting to be this or that aint all of it (IMO), but speaking as a Brute of the fields. One of those lumbering beasts that enjoys screaming "ME MAD, NOW ME SMASH!" It is a very steak like taste, I mean a good steak https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzVsIivjqhc

Yes there is something to be said of wanting to slam someone into the ground, but it a broken bones, blood, its being the stronger one. Some times it is power slamming someone on the hood of a car, sometimes it is brushing off being hit by a drunk driver and walking away.


The real pain (for me i suppose) is living with the pain, remembering the pain, it aint always winning, losing, or draws. Just knowing you made it out and clear. Take a look at my skull. Personally, I am lucky to be here.


It's not a want or a need it is just being.