Not Like Other Girls

You think your disdain for romantic movies
and preference for Fight Club will make you better;

you think your choice for Call of Duty
over lipstick will make you strong;

you think straying from stereotypes
makes you more valuable than those who
don’t;

you think cheering for the Ravens
or the Lions or the Steelers
or w h a t e v e r
will broaden that jaw
sprinkle hair on those breasts
elongate that p***y
magically
turn you into “one of the guys”
or w h a t e v e r;

but, baby

we got the same juicy lips
curvy hips
supple breasts
naked chests
et cetera
and suddenly,
"occasionally",
you want to give up
all that
'cause you think girls are
stupid?

There’s nothing wrong with
my femininity;
there’s nothing wrong with
my passion;
there’s nothing wrong with
your preferences;

but, baby

don’t act like your
magic dick
makes you any more of
value
than any pretty little pink thing
struttin’ down Hollywood Boulevard
with a doggie in her purse
and a rhythm in her heels,
because 
strength grows from
baby flames born alongside you
so don’t blow out hers
or hers or hers
to set yourself ablaze.