Tomboy

Tomboy

A Poem by LauraKate

Another one of me

couldn't join the football team

played with Dad at the park

and in the garden with my brother

fell from trees

scraped my knees

scared the life out of my mother,

but I couldn't join the football team 

even thought I was already in it

chosen fourth after Matty, Phil and Zack

centre mid or striker

just as long as it's attack, 

sometimes I was in nets

knew how to give it a good whack.

Wouldn't you like to play with barbies?

No thanks, I’m part of a team

the girls they used to tease

but John he always stuck up for me

Laura's shots are on target!

But I couldn't join the football team

'cos there was only one of me,

health and safety. 


Man City women

what a group of lionesses

so proud but full of jealousy

‘cos they were allowed to join the team.


Stockport county were impressed

but I was late changing out of my dress

covered in blue paint that I'd spilled in panic from rushing

told I could only join the boys if I finished cleaning the brushes. 


Why wouldn't my teachers let me play?

Sir said sorry

but had to turn the XY away 

from the game made for XX's.


I couldn't join my football team, 

health and safety. 

© 2019 LauraKate


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Today: Damned if you do, damned if you don't, damned for speaking OR not, having an opinion any expression of your thought ...as reader, victim, author ...yourself.

A fair write. A real "story". A tale of oral language useage and induced societal pressures and both self and non-self determined social norms expected and resulting from ...historical and societal influence and inference.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LauraKate

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on this one, Chris. Much appreciated.
Best wishe.. read more
Chris

1 Month Ago

You've been heard Laura ...and understood.



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Today: Damned if you do, damned if you don't, damned for speaking OR not, having an opinion any expression of your thought ...as reader, victim, author ...yourself.

A fair write. A real "story". A tale of oral language useage and induced societal pressures and both self and non-self determined social norms expected and resulting from ...historical and societal influence and inference.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LauraKate

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on this one, Chris. Much appreciated.
Best wishe.. read more
Chris

1 Month Ago

You've been heard Laura ...and understood.
we talk about this in my class...we do an essay called "born to be different"
by Camille Lewis which talks about the biological and environmental influences on men and women and the differences....and one thing i bring up is my time back in 1968 living in a dorm...there was a women's dorm right across...and this big island in between shaped like a football field (American football), and how when it would rain like hell the island would become a sea of mud. Within fifteen minutes, there would be a tackle football game playing out in the mud...and it was usually at least a quarter if not half women playing...
If you could play as well as the boys...then they should move over and let you show them....
i think it is mostly insecurity..."we can't have a girl beat us boys"
I despise that attitude.
let the group of lionesses lose...
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


LauraKate

1 Month Ago

I would love to come to your classes, Jacob. I hope that your students know how lucky they are!
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Added on November 21, 2019
Last Updated on November 21, 2019
Tags: gender, children, school, childhood, life, football, youth, sexism, sorrow

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LauraKate
LauraKate

United Kingdom



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