Uniform Union

August 19, 2011
By Anonymous

There’s expectations with these curves;
Daddy’s little girl.
Why can’t I wrestle with the boys?
F*** this sexual world.

Why is there a bow upon my head? I want to wear my baseball cap.
How come daddy eats the sweets,
But mommy worries she’ll get fat?

I don’t understand these roles or why they take them seriously.
I can’t be myself when I’m clouded by curiosity.

All the girls are tugging at their chests,
Stuffing to infinity.
I want no part of this,
If this is what you call femininity.

The author's comments:
I wrote this from a young girl's perspective when growing up in a fast, demanding world.

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