From the moment I am born,
an expectation is placed upon me.
Something attached to my gender,
like branches on a tree.
I have to be polite,
be graceful and naive.
I have to get married,
and they expect me to conceive.
I have to wear makeup,
and love to play dress-up.
I have to be graceful,
and do all the cleanup.
They tell me how I should act,
how to dress and how to feel.
Then they look down on me,
if it's not to their ideal.
No matter what I do,
they will have the upperhand,
because the only thing I am good for,
is a trophy on a stand.
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Poems
PoetrySome of these I had to write for class, others not so much, but I wanted to share them with you. Any constructive criticism is appreciated! #1 messingaround: May 19, 2019, Sept. 3, 2019-Sept. 17, 2019 #20 empty: November 13, 2020 #90 confidence: Aug...
