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.