Poetry: Prompt - enjambment + feminism +rhetorical questions

Oh, so you know me then?

So, you know it’s a reflection on you

Every victory I win is a Sin:

A sign of your weakness to lose to a Girl?

So you know, do you, that my tears aren’t real

It’s HORMONES right?

I can’t be rational, after all

My body isn't made for maths?

It’s not angles; it’s curves 

That your Pythagor-ass couldn’t understand.

Oh, do I offend you then?

Shame the history shoved down your throat

Chokes you with stories of Boys

Forgetting that other humans made them.

Of course, you know

That you open doors for me?

And pay for me?

And guard my honour?

And answer for me?

But I’m not some Barbie:

These feet aren’t made for heels

And these knees aren’t made for the ground

So maybe you realise 

You don’t know me at all.