Being a girl is a whirlwind of pearls, 

A cacophony of irony, a symphony of agony

Being a girl is a risk that you take,

Not a choice that you make, but a barrier you break

A stake higher than desired, comfort distant but required

I'm tired yet persisting, dreaming of just existing

But being a girl is more beautiful than the musical melody of birdsong, 

or the way the moon-rays archaize the crumbled walkways,

Patterning the city with a scrawling grid of history

I can walk as a woman and realize the beauty of “just be”

It is the glimmer of gossamer strands under streetlights as I pass by,

carbon-black shadow accentuating cyan eyes

Yes, being a girl is a whirlwind of pearls.

A cacophony of irony, a symphony of agony

But a girl is who I’ll stay.