'To The Boy Who’s Considered My Equal' – Helen Chick

Helen Chick was named a winner of the 2020 Orwell Youth Prize for their piece, 'To The Boy Who’s Considered My Equal'.

'To The Boy Who’s Considered My Equal' – Helen Chick

When I was 5, you told me I threw like a girl

Like my gender was an insult

Meant to make me feel as though I was beneath you

Because my reproductive system was different to yours

When I was 7 I was told that you were mean to me

Because you liked me

That nothing would be done to stop it

Because boys will be boys

But if I did the exact same thing as you I was punished

Told I was rude and unladylike

That the only thing that made me special

Was how closely I was to “perfect”

When I was 10 they told me about sex

That it was only used to conceive

That my body was built for childbirth

And my purpose to reproduce

But if I didn’t want that

That I had no use

When I was 12 I started to bleed

But they told me I couldn’t talk about it

Because it would make you uncomfortable

And your comfort was more important than mine

Because while I bled and cried because of the pain

I was told I was too emotional and therefore inferior to you

When I was 13 they told me I couldn’t wear skirts

Because it would distract you

And you couldn’t possibly control yourself

So while you lapped up knowledge in our classroom

All comfortable and focused

I sweated, cloth covering every aspect of me

Because it was my responsibility

To keep your eyes off my body

When I was 14 they told me to change

Because boys wouldn’t want me if I stayed the same

They told me to make more of an effort, to be slimmer

Eat less, wear makeup and nice clothes

To try as hard as possible to become this unattainable picture of beauty

For you

They told me to smile and look pretty when you were around

To give you my whole undivided attention

But never expect the same in return

Because you had a future to work for

And apparently I didn’t

When I was 15 they told me that if you touched me

When I didn’t want you to that I was frigid

They asked what I was wearing, what I said

Whether I was drunk, whether I was asking for it

And when I explained what happened

They looked me in my desperate eyes, yearning for help

And they told me not to do anything

Because this would ruin your future

As if it hadn’t already ruined me

Now I’m 16 and they have the audacity

To tell me I’m equal to you

That I don’t need this so called feminism I’ve found

That I don’t need the only thing that’s shown me my real worth

That was there for me when I was so hurt and betrayed by them

That I don’t need feminism because sexism doesn’t exist anymore

And most importantly I don’t need feminism

Because boys won’t ever want to be with a feminist

The future I want is one where

I’m not already born disadvantaged

One where the system isn’t stacked against me

One where people will listen to me as their equal

One where saying no won’t potentially get me killed

The future I want is one where I am his equal

Through and through with no conditions


The Orwell Youth Prize

The Orwell Youth Prize

The Orwell Youth Prize is an annual programme for 12-18-year olds culminating in a writing prize. Rooted in Orwell’s values of integrity and fairness, the prize and the activities around it introduce young people to the power of language and provoke them to think critically and creatively about the world in which they are living.

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