"secondary" poems - Hello Poetry

When I was just a little girl, And as little girls were taught then, I played with dolls and a teaset, Made mudcakes for food, Wore skirts, made my hair into ponytails as I was let. I saw the boys with the abandon which comes with free wear and play, And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. When I was older, a teen and as teen girls were taught then, Walk, talk, rock softly Don’t draw too much attention Or attempt to explore too much. I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with freedom to play, sit, be as they want , And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. When I was sixteen, oh sweet sixteen, And as sixteen year old girls were taught then, Don’t wear clothes that show your frame, That’s indecent and you will be in another home and will incur alot of blame. Don’t wander, argue, or express an opinion, You’re a girl, being humble, quiet and gentle becomes you. I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with freedom of movement and speech, And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. When I was older, and passionately sought a particular career, I was admonished as many other girls in my time, It’s not a career for women, late nights, more men to be around, When you get married, that’s not going to work and troubles will abound. I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with the freedom of pursuing their dreams, And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. When I was married, and setting a home, working and raising a family, I left my work as many other girls in my time, For my husband to follow his work path, Unquestioningly, unflinchingly, resolutely. I saw the men then with the abandon which comes with freedom of being in control of their lives, And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. But this is just the surface of my questioning being a girl, When boys and men around tried their stunts on girls and women, I questioned my existence. When many girls and women I know, Were told to stay mum on men close who took advantage of them I questioned my existence. When In the workspace, Women got paid less than men because their salary were subtly looked at as secondary salaries, Or needed to speak louder to be heard, I questioned my existence. When the onus of keeping a relationship working was the woman’s responsibility largely, I questioned my existence. When a woman got hit by her spouse, Its she who may have provoked him. When a man strayed, Its she who was not a good enough wife that he had to look elsewhere. I questioned my existence. The atrocities many men are capable of, The filth many men spread, **** hate, aggression, manipulation and more Abuse, gaslighting inside closed doors, Wearing a mask of sophistication outside Animalistic and entitled beings to the core. My apologies to men who are not, And I know some, But they are but a handful, Too insignificant in the larger way the world works. But then I see me, A harbinger of change, In my home and around. Raising my son differently, Advocating for change purposively, Actioning resolutely what’s right, Woman for women with all my might. I see so many more women now who retain their selves and are beacons of hope, They don’t sit around and just mope. And I am glad I am a girl, And I question no more, I question no more.

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Feb 16, 2020

Feb 16, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC

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I AM A GIRL

When I was just a little girl, And as little girls were taught then, I played with dolls and a teaset, Made mudcakes for food, Wore skirts, made my hair into ponytails as I was let. I saw the boys with the abandon which comes with free wear and play, And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. When I was older, a teen and as teen girls were taught then, Walk, talk, rock softly Don’t draw too much attention Or attempt to explore too much. I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with freedom to play, sit, be as they want , And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. When I was sixteen, oh sweet sixteen, And as sixteen year old girls were taught then, Don’t wear clothes that show your frame, That’s indecent and you will be in another home and will incur alot of blame. Don’t wander, argue, or express an opinion, You’re a girl, being humble, quiet and gentle becomes you. I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with freedom of movement and speech, And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. When I was older, and passionately sought a particular career, I was admonished as many other girls in my time, It’s not a career for women, late nights, more men to be around, When you get married, that’s not going to work and troubles will abound. I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with the freedom of pursuing their dreams, And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. When I was married, and setting a home, working and raising a family, I left my work as many other girls in my time, For my husband to follow his work path, Unquestioningly, unflinchingly, resolutely. I saw the men then with the abandon which comes with freedom of being in control of their lives, And I thought to myself, why am I a girl. But this is just the surface of my questioning being a girl, When boys and men around tried their stunts on girls and women, I questioned my existence. When many girls and women I know, Were told to stay mum on men close who took advantage of them I questioned my existence. When In the workspace, Women got paid less than men because their salary were subtly looked at as secondary salaries, Or needed to speak louder to be heard, I questioned my existence. When the onus of keeping a relationship working was the woman’s responsibility largely, I questioned my existence. When a woman got hit by her spouse, Its she who may have provoked him. When a man strayed, Its she who was not a good enough wife that he had to look elsewhere. I questioned my existence. The atrocities many men are capable of, The filth many men spread, **** hate, aggression, manipulation and more Abuse, gaslighting inside closed doors, Wearing a mask of sophistication outside Animalistic and entitled beings to the core. My apologies to men who are not, And I know some, But they are but a handful, Too insignificant in the larger way the world works. But then I see me, A harbinger of change, In my home and around. Raising my son differently, Advocating for change purposively, Actioning resolutely what’s right, Woman for women with all my might. I see so many more women now who retain their selves and are beacons of hope, They don’t sit around and just mope. And I am glad I am a girl, And I question no more, I question no more.