it's not your fault little girl
the way they lift you up
then put you down.

the world awaiting your showing
them something,
maybe a graduation gown.

but, not so fast, for when you do
there will be
a man they'll hire.

a man will be their choice;
the right person when
it's down to the wire.

not the smartest, or the best
as when they promise
you all along.

until south becomes north
and alpha is omega
it's to a he the job belongs.

to the world and its awaiting
treasures, promotions
and caches of gold;

the girl-to-woman is left
to kindle the fire, and tend the child
and home is hers to hold.

to the victor goes the spoils
they say, but what
really they mean

is you can be the victor,
a Somebody, if you
have the right gene.

so, study Chaucer, Lohengrin, Aida,
Shakespeare's Renaissance
and all.

study algebra, alogrithms, sines,
business, economics,
atoms and molecules so small.

still, in the end you are just a girl,
second-class citizen of the world,
and the man will get the call.

04/12/2005

Posted on 04/12/2005
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