The game we all win

Foreword

This share was intended for International Women’s Day. Not much more to say than that.

Poem: The game we all win [contemporary lyric]

Her sneakers squeak like mine on the court—
Swish! No “girls can’t” or “boys won’t” distort
the scoreboard’s truth: teamwork is the play.
Pass her the ball—watch stereotypes sway.

We’re coders, both debugging the same glitch—
Her loops are lightning, my functions catch the itch.
The screen doesn’t care whose fingers type faster,
just press Enter—let progress be the master.

At lunch, she debates black holes and Mars;
I sketch dragons, but we’re both reaching stars.
Why box brains as “his” or “hers”? Let us scream:
Curiosity is genderless—fuel for the team.

They say “boys don’t cry,” but tears water grit.
She fights for her voice; I unlearn what has been writ.
Same homework, same dreams, same right to rise—
Equality is not hers vs. mine—it’s the prize.

So when they scoff, “Why march? Why cheer?”
I’ll say: Her fight is mine—we breathe the same air.
International Women’s Day? It’s our shared code:
Unlock the door. Lift the load. Reboot the road.

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