Someday, I will be a mother

Poem about being a female and a mother.

Someday, I will be a mother

 

Someday, I will be a mother

Or I will not be.

That does not change my perception of myself.

That does not change my perception of femininity.

 

 

My mother told me never to let a man rule my life

I never saw it then

Instead, I saw the world through rose colored glasses

In my pretty pink bows and white colored dresses,

It was only when my Grandma would not believe I was smarter than my brother,

It was only when I found myself cowering in the shadows on a night run,

It was only when I saw a girl being chocked by her boyfriend in the hallway

that I began to see how equal rights on paper do not change the mentality of the world.

 

 

I tell myself,

“Submissiveness is the identification of a fearful woman”.

But the box I have been shoved into was not my choice

My submissiveness was something I did not even understand-

until my mother who awakened the dormant part of me.

 

 

 

 

 

Now I see.

 

 

 

 

Someday, I will be a mother

Or I will not be.

That does not change my perception of myself

That does not change my perception of femininity.

 

Women must fight for the world to take off rose colored glasses-

or they will forever wear white dresses and pink bows.

Author's Note

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