Female
Is not sugar and spice
And all things nice
Nor lipstick and dresses
And long curled tresses
Not sexy, not demure,
Not pink, not pure
Not giggles, not weeping
Nor fucking housekeeping
Not feminine
Despite all the din
Female
Is girl and is woman
A fully-fledged human
Whose brain and
Personality
Matter more than
Her body -
Which is, merely
A vessel of life
And pleasure, pain, strife
From which blood or milk can leak
Even its hair up for critique
From which she can't exit
And often a target
To abuse, censor, control
Reduced to breasts and a hole
Whatever her choices
Whatever she voices.
Non-females could not ever know
The journey to womanhood, no.