“I love a boy,” I’ll say
to their expectations,
“And yet I am in love with girls.
Not just one, oh no sir,
but the entire lot of them.
Every housewife, every huntress,
every suffragette and damsel.
Because girls are pretty, no, gorgeous
in absolutely anything.
Dress clothes, sweatshirts, swimsuits, burkas,
all of it!
Girls are powerful. Girls are queens!
They wield shields and swords,
flyers, bulletin boards,
and in silent computer coded words,
they wield themselves.
Girls have flaws
and they’re nicer because of them.
No matter how many hairs or muscles or feet,
they are always complete.
And I have a special appreciation
for girls who are sweet,
or who can’t be
because life has just pushed them too far.
And the girls trying to figure out
what side that they’re on,
if they’re happy or sad
with the life they’re holding on
Oh, a girl is a masterpiece!”
And they’d ask, “Oh but why?
What makes girls much more special
than all of the guys?”
Well they’re not much more special.
In fact if you listen again
you might find
they’re the same…
You might see we’re all human
and start liking it that way.