Welcome to the world,
sweet summer child.
Opps, times up!
Time to become unwild,
and stay mild.
Oh sweet summer child,
how unfortunate for you,
born a girl.
Born a citizen of silence.
Time for a lesson in self reliance,
in your eternal compliance.
No, this world is not your oyster.
You have mistaken your privilege
for that of a man,
your exploiter.
There are no spoils here.
Not for you at least.
This world is not
YOUR feast.
Sit pretty,
and quiet.
Remember,
you're here for silence.
Oh sweet summer child,
I know your young,
but its time,
to doll up,
and put on that smile,
all awhile you wait for your trip
UP for the auction,
I mean
DOWN the isle.
White dress,
white picket fence,
white diamond smile,
white diamond ring.
A wife and nothing more,
isn't that the dream?
Just not yours.
Oh sweet summer child,
it's time for your lifetime stay
in the pretty pink cage.
The sacrifice,
your wage.
It is time for your endowment
into the world of
womanhood.
Here is a salad,
actually no,
here is nothing.
"It isn't fair!" you say?
Here,
you may have the privilege
of voting
for a man
who has blatantly stated
his aim to take that
right away!
But it is your own fault if
your owner-
I mean your husband peeks into your ballot box.
But remember,
this is a privilege.
Stay small, and quiet.
Nothing to hint that
you are something
more than an object.
"Be quiet and act like a lady,"
are the words I was told
at the ripe age of
SIX
when I tried to speak my mind
like my male cousins.
"Why don't you go play with your baby doll,"
is what you told me
when I tried to climb a tree like my cousins.
Because the only thing
a little girl
finds fun is pretending to be
a mother.
The only thing she dreams of is
her future children.
Teach your sons to be
men
and your daughters to be
wives.
And if they fray from the mold
cut the excess off,
better yet make them do it themselves.
So that they might remember to never differ from
"the norm."
Welcome to the world of
womanhood,
sweet summer child!
Oh how I hope you do survive.
