I am a Girl Once a boy walked up to me, ‘You are lucky’ he said. I was shocked and perplexed. ‘How?’ I questioned. ‘You are a girl, I am a boy, I really wish I was born a girl’. ‘Wow, be careful what you wish for boy’ I say almost laughing. It was obvious that this young man before me didn’t know what he was talking about. ‘Why?’ he asked ‘being a girl’s such an easy job’. ‘why do you say so?’ I request, ‘You don’t have to worry about many things’ he blundered confidently Then I furrow my eyebrows in confusion ‘How?’ I question once more ‘All you have to do is cook food at home’. Insulting ‘But we have a hand full of troubles we have to worry if we are big enough, we have to worry if we are handsome, if a girl likes us or not.’ He gave an over dramatic pause. ‘We also have to worry whether or not our proposal is perfect. We even have to worry if she’ll say yes’ In order to dismiss the sorry excuse of a convo I say; ‘Sure thanks, but I really think