Taint of red

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