I don’t remember the beginning  

I just remember it had lines 

If I were a man, I’d play football 

And I don’t remember the next line as well 

But! 

I remembered that girls should have

Is this a rejection of me, or a rejection of yourself?  

My voice near your ear, or yours near mine, which one can't you bear?  

Are you rejecting the chance to see how the sun does nothing

Perhaps, I thought, I belonged on the laundry room discard shelf with “still good?” written across my forehead.