Across from me at the bar table, the bartender smiles and asks for my order I tell him, "anything strong," and hand him ten dollars I drink it up, feel its strength running down my throat into my ever-growing stomach I look up and remember what I've left at home My wife sat in the bedroom alone, My children pacing around and adapting the way women and men are supposed to be
I have taught my son power, strength, and dominance While I have taught my daughter weakness and submission Maybe that's where I went wrong as a father Where all previous generations of my family have gone wrong Raising me as a man seeing women as objects, And I raising my son in the same manner I take one last sip from my ten dollar drink Taking it in along with my realizations
In front of me is the door of my home where I have left women to shrink in order to enlarge myself to the point of overfeeding my ego And then I decided to shrink myself into the size of the women I've shrunk
The size of my home has grown larger Its proportions have expanded Allowing each of us to occupy the same amount of space And so I sat across my wife at the kitchen table Looking at her at eye level She smiles and I smile back
This was written during one of our English classes yay if you haven't read/seen Lily Myers' "Shrinking Women" you can look it up on YouTube!
This poem was written in the father's perspective.