Little Girls and Old Ladies

Taught to honor and obey
Little girls can’t find their way
Lips zipped against food and speech
Gotta stay skinny, gotta stay meek
Or lasting love won’t come their way
Submerging self, the price they pay
Striving to be who he wants her to be
She loses her and becomes his she

Put Prince Charming on lofty pedestal
Feed the ego of immature male
Make him feel like a mighty king
No matter the fact you’ll never be queen
For him, queens are the porn-star pack
Perfect dolls all waxed, maxed, and stacked
Standing by, always ready, willing, and able
Not real women…just juvenile fables

Poor little girls become old women
Before they realize there is no winning
For the enlightened, this epiphany brings joy
No more worries about pleasing a boy
Just march to the beat of your own crazy drummer
Pick white daisies in your own field of summer
Dance in the rain while the devil beats his wife
And lest it be you, carry a big suspicious knife

©️2019 KT Workman

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12 thoughts on “Little Girls and Old Ladies

  1. I really like this poem. Found myself nodding my head, right up until that last word. Yes, it slid perfectly into place, but it created a problem for me. I agree that although we are told we are equal, we learn fairly early on that we are not. And if we truly believe that we are equal, shouldn’t we find a better way than to become like the male predators that often surround us?

    Elizabeth
    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/06/26/walk/

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    1. I didn’t use “knife” literally…I’m not a proponent of stabbing men who get too close. 🙂 It was more of a metaphor of keeping one’s guard up.
      Thank you for reading and commenting, Elizabeth. Always appreciated.

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  2. Kathy, I don’t believe for one moment that you are such a proponent. But knife is a very literal word, and can easily carry a visceral response. Somewhere, along the way, we have failed to teach men to respect us. Perhaps because we ourselves have accepted their definition of us as overly emotional, hysterical creatures, lacking any or all logic. I’m not sure, but I think it has to begin with an inner core of self-respect. As the General Manager of a Bookstore, I learned how to do that with a cold hard stare, or hand up “stop right there” action, including with my boss who was a University Professor and should have known better. He learned, quite quickly. Others took time.

    Elizabeth

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    1. Since my 30s, I’ve never really had a problem with men pushing my boundaries, maybe because I project a “hands off attitude”, and I don’t flirt. I’ve had many male friends and coworkers over the years, and all have treated me respectfully. I know some found me attractive, but since I didn’t invite them closer, they didn’t act on it by word or deed. When I was younger, that wasn’t the case. And I think you’re right—we have to respect ourselves to get respect. And no one taught us that we as women are worthy of respect; those of us who know we are, are self-taught.

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