SexismBoys will be boysMore Like This
Girls shall be ladies
Boys romp and play
make mud pies and fight
Girls have tea-parties
dress up and act like grown-ups
we chuckle when boys return
covered head to toe in mud
we scold when a girl returns
with a grass stain on her clothes
Boys shout and holler
Girls wait and listen
'Lower your voice girl,'
they say when she squeals
'Is it because I'm a girl?'
she asks quietly
They lie respond with 'no,
its just what is proper'
Then why aren't boys
silenced when they scream
Girls have voices too!
We are they the silenced ones?
WorthThey told me I could be anything,More Like This
As long as I came home and cooked dinner for my husband when I was done,
Because that’s all I’m really worth to them.
I’m a plate of burnt pancakes
That they could have cooked better,
And a rag soaked in chemicals
Here to wipe up a mess they made
Or gag the children that they’re too tired to listen to.
My skin is too dark for them
Too dark to be near their sons
Too dark to be pretty in their family pictures
Too dark to suit the skins of their grandchildren,
Love everyone equally,
Just love them from afar, right?
“Depression is a sin,”
He preached with a pounding head
And a trace of liquor on his breath.
And he would know better then anybody,
Because leaking from his hollow eyes is a stream of whiskey
But only in my mind.
And I feel sorry for him, that they make him fight against himself,
But at the same time I hate him for giving in to them.
In my mind, I stand up in the pew and scream truth at him,
pro-choice"Because I had had sex, someone thought I deserved to die." (Cerullo qtd. in Hadley 79) "She was bleeding at the wrong time, and it didn't stop. She went to the emergency room here at a Catholic hospital, and they refused to take care of her. They just flatly refused…they would not touch her because she might be pregnant, and they might disturb the child. She continued to bleed." (Paley 8)More Like This
"I found out I was pregnant when I was fourteen. I didn't get a period. I talked to nobody. I panicked. I sat in hot baths. I drank these strange concoctions girls told me about—something like Johnny Walker Red with a little bit of Clorox, alcohol, baking soda—which probably saved my stomach—and some sort of cream. You mixed it all up. I got violently ill." (Goldberg 116)
"I didn't make any noise at all. I bit through my lip. I tried n