The battle

When I was younger 

Not yet a teenager 

I was

Unprepared and fragile

I had no armor

No ammunition

And yet I was put into

A battle

Me against

Every single person 

Who told me

I wasn’t enough 

Every single person 

Who said

You can’t do that 

You’re a girl 

A battle against

Every single person

Who looked at my chest

Every single person

Who said my clothes should cover more

My dress was to tight

My top too low cut

I went battle

Unprepared 

But now I’m ready

I’m on guard at every second

I’ve been told that I’m rude

That I’m intense

I wasn’t always

I was once an innocent little girl

With bright eyes

But growing up as girl

Will change you

It changed me

Not necessarily in a bad way

But not in a way people like

I’ve been told

I have strong opinions 

And I should

Make them smaller

Because I’m to loud

And no one wants that

I’ve been told

I overreact 

And I should calm down

Because I shouldn’t care 

That a boy shouts 

“My friend has crush on you”

And then runs away

As he laughs at me

I’ve been told

Not to care how a look

Because I shouldn’t be shallow

But I need to look presentable

That’s my battle

And almost everyone other

Girl or woman's battle

That’s why

I have my armor

That’s why

My face isn’t always

In a bright smile

And I’m not cheery

I have priorities 

And being

An innocent little girl 

Isn’t one of them