I Think It Wonderful To Know

I think it wonderful to know

A girl is now a girl no more

But woman which is better so

Than it had ever been before.

Because to call the girl “a girl”

Is more demeaning than a bat

If you’ve some epithet to hurl,

Nothing’s so damaging as that.

So giving credit where it’s due

& elbow room to move about

Look afterward, if you have to

Figure a new description out.

Don’t call her by another name

That slights the girl’s humanity

As no two women are the same

& call her what she wants to be.

Because a woman is the best

That God was able to conceive

For Adam as He had addressed

His loneliness & gave him Eve,

He could’ve given him one more

Close to the man in every sense

Though God made her dissimilar,

And vive—for Eve—la difference.

Whatever you ’d call her though

This rose—by any other name—

Would be as sweet & that she’s so

Makes up for being not the same.