I’ve been beaten up
and I’ve been put down;
I’ve been forced into boxes and molds.
Little girls should be seen and not heard
and always do what you’re told.
Be a good wife, get a great job
and drive a brand new car.
Have a nice house. Always look good.
Deny everything that you are.
Don’t be too loud or funny or smart
and have a great jam recipe.
Try to fit in.
Be as agreeable as you can be.
Emotions, they say, are best tucked away
wear a mask with a permanent grin.
Spend all your time on the out
and hide everything within.
Put your best foot forward,
your nose to the grindstone
and at all times; both hands on the wheel.
Keep your ear to the ground
for the first coming sound
of something that just might be real.
Do everything you can not to offend
from your breath down to your feet.
Eat Lean Cuisine.
Read Glamour Magazine.
It’s your briefcase that makes you complete.
Always keep up with Bob and Sue Jones.
Give your children unusual names.
Buy the latest iphone
and all the new tech
and a shelf full of video games.
My bones are weary.
I long to be free
from everything that says “you should”.
I want to dance in the trees,
fly in the breeze
and abandon what the world says is good.