My sisters play with barbie dolls
Clothed in latest trends from latest malls.
They play with plastic crowns and heels,
With made-over faces and lofty ideals.
My brothers play with army men,
With sweat and blood to beat their friends.
They play with fake guns and swords
To slay the dragons and save the world.
My mother's friends sit and talk
To see if they can amuse and shock.
They speak about their little girls,
Sweet and small with proper rules.
And they laugh about their little boys,
Always finding new and dangerous toys.
Then they redicule their husbands' lives,
Since they are like boys with real guns and knives,
Since they are always holding back their wives
From treating money like paper just to dress nice.
But here I sit in the middle of the house,
Pondering inside and looking about,
Not caring at all for girls' plastic heels,
Their barbie dolls and lofty ideals.
I don't want to grow up like my mother's friends
Sitting and gossiping about their men.
I want to change the world, and then,
As I stare in wonder at the men,
I know I cannot be like them
Because I'm not like that deep within.
Oh God, how can I change the world,
Since You've made me a little girl?
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