Poetry: girl child
By Angel C. Dye what if i hadn’t been born a girl child? all round-faced and brown-eyed, soft-skinned and hair-bowed what if i could have bypassed the divide between wearing skirts and chasing them, placing too much value on my looks and giving girls complexes about theirs what would it have been like getting a pat on the back just for being born with an anatomical advantage? carrying nations