A Haiku

Stop

Telling

Woman

What

They

Can

And

Can't

Do

This is not ok

You think

Just because

When you were born

And the nurse held you up

Saying,

"It's a boy"

I have never wanted

Something more than I do now

The problem is

I don't know what

I don't know what

I long for

What I reach for

It's like a dream

Blurry and unrecognizable

I want this thing

In the car

After dark

With the headlights shining

On the wet pavement

Like stars on the ground

I curl up in my seat

And the news is on

Voices fill the car

Not my own

Not my dads