I Am Even More

I am all the things that he is, and I am even more.

Must I always prove myself when he is even not?

Dress like this, speak like that, 

make sure someone’s ego does not fall flat.

Curls of my hair, paints on my nails,

and the dream takes a sail, oh this isn’t fair!

Feminism, they say, what’s the need?

Oh dear, it is until you pay heed!

A veil of perfection, 

to be the crème de la creme of the selection.

Equality you need, equality you get, 

but who will see to it— that our needs are met?

I am all the things that he is, and I am even more.

Then tell me why must I go through this all alone?