a poem for International Women’s Day
When my daughter grows up
she will love her body, no matter
the size. She will have a healthy relationship
with food and exercise.
She will speak her mind with conviction,
and the world will listen.
She will be asked as many questions
as she asks others, because she is
just as important and interesting
as anyone else. She won’t be told to
or that she’s too nice,
or just show us your tits,
because that is so last millennium.
She won’t be expected to
dress or act a certain way–
men will know better than to
pick on someone smaller than they.
Her kindness will not be
mistaken for weakness,
her sensitivity and generosity &
will make her a leader, and they will respect
this new leadership, as people did
before the dawn of civilization–
when the past becomes the future,
when the end calls back to the beginning,
when my daughter grows up.