That Girl

A poem about unrequited love, nonconformity, and daring to ignore the gender stereotypes and be who you really are

They say, you’re just a girl,

they see you walking out there,

protein bar in hand, and they say you’re

just a girl, another wannabee, why can’t you

just be yourself, why you always wanting to be

someone else?

 

They don’t see,

Buzz cut, spiky hair,

girl you’re leaning against

that age-old oak tree with

an ancient, angry glare in your eyes,

they don’t see, they say, you’re just a girl,

you’re weak, you better watch out when you

ride your bike past midnight, better be ready to

catapult off that men’s bike you’re riding and kick him

in the balls, except they don’t think you can, don’t think you would,

except hand me a gun and I won’t hezitate to shoot, this s**t ain’t for the

weak at heart, you gotta stand up and just run, just be yourself no matter what

they tell you, and if they say you’re tryna be someone else it doesn’t matter because

you ain’t, you just living life, dangerously,your black combat boots pumping on the wheels

and racing towards the masculine side of the moon because those men are dead now and you’re

ready to take over, hell yeah you are.

 

They say, you’re just a girl,

sitting on the edge of the moon just wishing she would see,

oh what a world it would be, if gender ain’t real, but they say you’re just a girl

but you can wait and see if you want, lay out on the grass at night and whisper

raw feelings to no one, confess your secrets to the blank lot of grass beside you,

picking at the grass and balling up your fist and tearing the grass apart because you’re

so angry that she can never love you, not that you could ever tell her that you love her,

because they say, you’re just a girl, just a girl who wants to be a boy, but what if I told you
none of that s**t was real, I’m just this ninja cloaked in black waiting for you to see, waiting for

you to see that you’re the world to me, but I don’t even know how to enter your world (because they say I’m just a girl, just a girl drinking protein shakes and pretending to be strong, well it ain’t pretend but I don’t really care about strength, I just wanna be me, when will the world see that they will never force me to conform, you see I’m not just a girl, but no one sees)

 

They say, you’re just a girl

tryna live in a man’s world

but that ain’t true,

because all I want is you.

 

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

Okay. I have a lot to say about this, and I'll be back later! For right now, I'm putting it in my Favorites!

racing towards the masculine side of the moon -- Love this line!

lay out on the grass at night and whisper raw feelings to no one, confess your secrets to the blank lot of grass beside you, picking at the grass and balling up your fist and tearing the grass apart because you’re so angry that she can never love you, ---- Love this whole part! A LOT!

because all I want is you. -- This is the perfect ending!

[George Love]

I got caught up in the pattern of the work. It is half a Christmas tree if you look at it full page, not sure if you meant that or not. The story in the poem is good, the writing is good. I do not relate to the character, so going on a review, I give you high marks!

[alec merdin]

Very nice and i can relate to a lot of this actually except for me it was the other way around.

[Britt Foster]

I liked this. (:
I know someone similar to the girl described in this poem, so it made me think about her as I read it. I understand not feeling like you belong in your body -- wishing you were the other sex -- because my best friend is transsexual.
Good emotion and feeling in this. :]

I do agree with Arra in the sense that the poem would be much stronger if you didn't purposely misspell certain words, though. "Tryna" should be fixed for it to sound smoother, because when I get to that word, my mind stops flowing with the poem and pauses at the jagged edge, if you get what I mean.

Good work though! :]

[alesuriko]

I'm sorry but for me... half way through the second stanza it just felt like I was reading a bad rap poem. I really dislike when people purposely spell things with a z instead of an s or "tryna" those aren't words and reading them make the poem feel immature and less powerful. Of course, this is simply only my opinion.

There is definitely a lot of emotion expressed in these words though, you can feel the raw emotions of it and the need to be judged as someone who isn't being judged. The desperation to be accepted as someone who isn't the acceptable. Personally I didn't really like it but it's a good expression piece nonetheless.

[Tina Kline]

Powerful words and poem. Trying just to be yourself is so hard because we always want to be accepted and loved. Because of that we often do or say or act the way we think others want us to. Just being yourself is a tough job but well worth the work. Great poem.

[Breezie Kae]

Powerful, feminist poem. Haha.
If you're just trying to be yourself, people will tell you you're trying to be yourself. If you're trying to be someone else, they'll probably just say the same thing. So it doesn't really matter. Just live. :)

[Colleen C Dunphy]

Only truth is what we can see, touch and experience for ourselves.

I had the No Doubt song running through my head as I read this.

[Michael X]

that age-old oak tree with --an ancient, angry glare in your eyes
lines like these make this a fail-safe poem, another words the reader
can't go wrong reading this, if that makes any sense.
such a powerful and convincing job. nice job!