Why do you choose to act this way?
Why do you think it makes you cool to make me the subject of your jokes?
Why is it embarrassing for you when I beat you?
Why do you get to correct me?
Why is it less impressive for you when we get the same mile time?
Why do my feelings not matter?
Why do you get to choose my favorite color, a color that I hate? (pink)
Why am I the one expected to apologize when you run into me?
Why do you make my designated home the kitchen when I can’t cook?
Why do you pity me and make sure I am supervised but my brothers can be trusted?
Why can you be reckless but I can’t?
Why can you talk back to your teacher and he laughs it off yet when I talk back to him I get yelled out?
Why do you treat me like a barbie doll? Emotionless and a toy?
Why do you call me a stereotype because I’m a ballerina and yet I’m stronger than you?
Why do you ask me to dance when you don’t even know my name?
Why do you consider me my brother’s sister or my dad’s daughter, not me?
Why am I expected to listen to you yet you get to interrupt me when I talk?
Why do you teach me about old white men in history when behind each of them is a woman?
Why do you get to explain things to me I already know?*
Why will your paycheck bigger than mine?
Why do you judge me?
Why do you get to raise your voice at me?
Why do you insult me for trying hard?
Why do you make excuses about not trying when I beat you?
Why do you call me a wimp when what you put me through shows who the real wimp is?
Why do you get credit for trying when I am told I am wrong?
Why do you concentrate on my mistakes to make you feel better about yourself?
Why do you think that sorry is enough?
Why do you silence my voice?
Why do you tell me to be patient yet that is all I have done?
Why do you call me needy when I want the same rights you have?
Why do you make me feel like I should cover myself up?
Why do you get to define who I want to be?
Why am I taught that my voice is meaningless but yours is powerful?
What's your answer?
Why do you think it makes you cool to make me the subject of your jokes?
Why is it embarrassing for you when I beat you?
Why do you get to correct me?
Why is it less impressive for you when we get the same mile time?
Why do my feelings not matter?
Why do you get to choose my favorite color, a color that I hate? (pink)
Why am I the one expected to apologize when you run into me?
Why do you make my designated home the kitchen when I can’t cook?
Why do you pity me and make sure I am supervised but my brothers can be trusted?
Why can you be reckless but I can’t?
Why can you talk back to your teacher and he laughs it off yet when I talk back to him I get yelled out?
Why do you treat me like a barbie doll? Emotionless and a toy?
Why do you call me a stereotype because I’m a ballerina and yet I’m stronger than you?
Why do you ask me to dance when you don’t even know my name?
Why do you consider me my brother’s sister or my dad’s daughter, not me?
Why am I expected to listen to you yet you get to interrupt me when I talk?
Why do you teach me about old white men in history when behind each of them is a woman?
Why do you get to explain things to me I already know?*
Why will your paycheck bigger than mine?
Why do you judge me?
Why do you get to raise your voice at me?
Why do you insult me for trying hard?
Why do you make excuses about not trying when I beat you?
Why do you call me a wimp when what you put me through shows who the real wimp is?
Why do you get credit for trying when I am told I am wrong?
Why do you concentrate on my mistakes to make you feel better about yourself?
Why do you think that sorry is enough?
Why do you silence my voice?
Why do you tell me to be patient yet that is all I have done?
Why do you call me needy when I want the same rights you have?
Why do you make me feel like I should cover myself up?
Why do you get to define who I want to be?
Why am I taught that my voice is meaningless but yours is powerful?
What's your answer?
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