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First, You teach me to think With my own brains Feel out my way With my own feet Treat me the same As the boys Second, You put me in a school Where they teach me to read - oh, what a world! They teach me to look At international Literature - Marge Piercy, Maya Angelou And the like Next, You show me the crimson Powder meant for foreheads A deeper red for blood Spilt on beds. A life of compromise And adjustment Ripping out my ideas And opinions Telling me they're worthless A baby, a house, A life of adjustment Is all this was meant for. Tearing my beliefs In an equal world An equal society Where society rises To meet human morality Is this what you taught me to read for? Sorry sirs, ladies. I tip my hat and bow. Sorry to disappoint. I was meant for an equal position And I'll take it - by force or mutual compromise.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
Modern Literature