Today I’m thinking about all the girls that were told no, you can’t, it’s not ladylike, it’s not for you.
I’m thinking about all the girls who did it anyway, who said I’m going to be my own hero, who said, you think I can’t? I’ll prove you wrong.
I’m thinking about the girls who got kicked out of the game as kids, at 12, 13, 14, the girls who found their way back as adults, but I’m mostly thinking about the girls who never found it again, who were too intimidated or who never had a chance to give it a try in the first place.
I’m thinking about all the misfits, the queer girls, the straight tomboys, who were told you’ll never find a husband, they’ll think you’re gay if you play. I’m thinking of the girls who said, this is my game, the gossip pales in the shadow of my joy as I gather the ball, kick it down the wing, sing the song with my mates.
I’m thinking about the girls who moved towns or to the city or interstate, to find their team. I’m thinking of the girls who found a team and discovered their family.