When I was a little girl
they told me I could be whatever I wanted.
They forgot to tell me that people would ask
my husband about his job
and me about the kids,
forgot to tell me that the company for which I work
will have more rights that I will,
forgot to tell me that my body will be up for debate in
political circles, internet forums, the comment sections
by people who cannot name the parts of woman
that make a child,
but will tell you the cells inside a womb
are more important than those around them.
They didn’t mention that if I tried to be
a career woman
and a mother
that people would ask
That trying to have it all
would earn criticism
instead of praise.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
I am going to be a woman,
but I’d like to be a human, too.
I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where they two mutually inspire each other to live– if I’ m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
I’m forever awkward