I’m sorry
I didn’t realise that it needs explaining?
Maybe what you should be asking
Is why you feel the need
To question me.
Is 50% a minority?
Is my credibility an anomaly?
How dare you treat this like a novelty
Your approval doesn't mean shit to me.
I long for the day when it isn’t mentioned
I long for the day when it isn’t questioned.
Why must it be highlighted
Like it makes a difference
Must you be so ignorant
That this is all you notice
I can’t hide my bitter disappointment
At your flimsy grasp of enlightenment.
I’m sorry
I didn’t realise that i need justification?
Maybe what you should be asking
Is how it feels to be questioned.
I long for the day when it’s no longer relevant
I long for the day when it’s no longer a “selling point”
This shouldn’t have to be a battle
This shouldn’t have to be said
But i stand on level footing
I expect equal respect
This shouldn’t have to be a battle
This should’t have to be said
I expect equal respect
Nothing more
Nothing less
So i can’t hide my disappointment
When you reduce me to my sex.
