No

MapleWillow

No, she should not have to keep all of this bottled up,
She should not be expected to cook dinner and clean the house,
She is not your maid, and she is not your servant.

No, he should not have to work for the family,
He should not have to hide his tears,
And he should not have to be the strongest one.

No, we should not have to be this way,
But that is the way we are raised.

No, she does not blame her mother for teaching her to cook and clean,
She does not blame her for telling her to be quiet,
She does not blame her for teaching her to never speak her mind.
Because her mother knows no different.

No, he does not blame his father for teaching him to be “a man,”
He does not blame him for teaching him to never cry,
He does not blame him for telling him to be strong every day, because his father knows no different.

No, we do not blame our parents for teaching us these things,
But people must grow with time,
And so should the way we raise our children.

No, we children will not put up with this any longer.

  • Author: Rae (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2021 11:28
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 27
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments3

  • Paul Bell

    Definitely, people should be allowed to express themselves, otherwise they just become subservient and lost.

  • spilleronsheet

    Society should undergo change…feminism is about equality and reasonability…all can cry and we can share work…well crafted poet…attention needed about this in society…

  • L. B. Mek

    'but yes, for their to be togetherness
    we need to all - re-learn:
    the necessity of compromise...'
    love the youthfulness, you constructed for your 'poetic voice', the age range is wide from 5 to 35, I would guess,
    and this is such a clever way
    of portraying
    just how widespread and far reaching the topics you bring up, infiltrate..
    'we are seemingly locked in a generational loop
    of parentless children,
    bringing-up: parentless children'..
    (an important write, executed brilliantly!)



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