Curved Walls

I know the rules and rights are 

The same:

For boys and girls

And everyone in between,

We are supposed to stand

On the same uneven ground,

With that same vast blue open

If we spread out our arms;

 

But then, why is it that

If girls are disrespectful

They are “unladylike,”

And if boys don’t listen

They are “little girls?”

 

Why are smart boys more wondrous

Than that of others

When it takes the same amount of effort

To find ways to soar?

 

In school I am told

In my little prayer book

That we all have the privilege

Of being God’s sons (and daughters);

What have we done

To be put in parentheses?

Women shouldn’t be a tag-on

If the rules and our rights

Are supposedly the same,

Which I know they technically are;

 

But now as I press my palms

Against those curved walls around me,

We must figure out if the same rights

Are actually the same

If given different expectations.

Posted in response to the challenge Human Rights – Writing.

maelynslavik

VT

15 years old

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