A math girl must be
smarter than the rest –-
yet must be modest
and never claiming.
Math-World is not fair.
And here are more of my mathy-perhaps-poetic thoughts.
When you’re a math girl you may be the only girl in the room.
A math girl must be three times as good to be equal.
For girls, belonging in math feels like Russell’s paradox.
When you’re a math girl, a math boy looks like
an attitude to conquer
and a male teacher doesn’t understand
unless he has a daughter.
When you’re a math girl, a female teacher looks like multiplication.
When you’re a math girl you are divided.
For math girls, the Contents listing for a journal is a reminder
that the subject is MatHEmatics.
For a math girl who can forget her loneliness, topology is fun.
When you’re a math girl,
a tree looks like a tree,
a shoreline looks like a fractal.
As a math girl you know that pi may be normal and every planar map
needs only four colors.
A math girl can meditate on transcendental numbers.
She’s friendly with imaginaries
and knows that not all reals are rational.
For a math girl, contradiction is an important style of proof.
For a math girl, poems shine like theorems
built on rhyme schemes and permutations –
and heartbeats and breath.
A curious reader may find still more on this topic by doing a blog search for "math girls"