This is a guest post from TheQueerPoet.
I’M JUST A BOY.
I’m just a boy,really am I.
Can’t you see?
How can you not?
I cut my hair real short. I wear briefs.
I wear those baggy jeans. And that awful thing they do- sagging almost to the knees.
Okay,maybe not that low.
But enough for my briefs to show.
Why is that so? Why do boys do that? Its just their thing I guess.
I’ve blown my cover by now.
Or I never had one from the start.
Am I just a delusional girl?
Thinking I can pass for a boy?
With my big boobs and girly coy?
With my ample bum,my soprano voice?
Why did I even try?
I wanted to be heard. Oh yeah,that’s right!
To be someone’s son. To have a place at the table of men. To have a voice that’s respected by men. To not feel left out. To stop living a lie about this thing called gender equality.
Who’s this gender equality? Oh,she’s a second cousin,once removed. Simply put,she’s not family!
Equality. Away with the double standards! Am I asking for too much?
Okay,maybe I wanted a lot more too.
But since I’m not a boy,I’ll need a platform. A microphone. Some speakers. I’m start enough,they’ll listen to a smart girl.
It takes a lot to be a boy,I just dont have all that.
I might be a tomboy,but it don’t make me a boy.
I’ll stick to being a girl,I have the necessary apparatus anyway 🙂
Thequeerpoet is a budding poet from Nairobi. She’s a self-confessed feminist,who loves boys and chips mwitu. She reads and writes when she’s not eating chips mwitu or chatting up cute studs,lol!