Treading lightly as possible,
you watch where you place your feet,
in the endless sea of chatter,
so you pass within a beat.

Hold you head up high,
but place yourself below,
for you are not a worthy as a boy,
no, you’re far too slow.

Your posture must be taut,
and you must carry in your hand,
a smartphone of the newest generation,
and dress in the sexist brand.

In math class you are placed,
with a ferocious team of boys,
who could not pay more attention,
to their stupid little toys.

You cannot ask a question
because you’re the timid one in your class,
and if a question does slip out,
you’ll be thrown upon the grass.

And if you choose to speak up,
be prepared to turn blue,
for boys will stare at you endlessly,
like you are trapped in a zoo.