girls.

"I'm not like other girls."

Too much for me to protest against: consider your own prejudice

on how eyeshadow means shallow and 

IQ drops off at each drop of lipstick that twists down

your throat like ivy, killing all your good intentions when you say

how your kind is always chattering like rats in a cage

I have a right to be raging 

when I am perturbed and a right to smile when I damn well please, and

not because some ghoul with greasy hair on a subway train tells me to.

You sputter out 'different' like it's a dying race, 

when in actually we are a rainforest that has yet to be discovered 

by the likes of you 

and those who you are attempting to impress 

shoving us all in one cardboard box of sluts, feminazis and false idols

we are made for ourselves and not others

Our bodies are temples they cry,

but we are able to be pyramids, skyscrapers

we are the architects of our own design

"I'm not like other girls."

But what is wrong with other girls?