Biased

Biased She wants a child but not a man Only his seed will do And when the child is born she’ll say ’Sweetheart it’s me and you We’ll be a team, you’ll be my prince Or princess’, if it’s a she ’My child, you’ll be completely mine I’ll raise you to be free A girl with an independent mind Or a boy with manly traits I’ll show the world how great I am’ What a fantasy she creates! And in her longing for a child Repercussions she ignores What matters most of all to her Is that she wins and scores She’s adamant to show them all That a woman can be boss Of her body, her mind, and her own life Who says she’s at a loss? So now we have a brand-new breed Let’s see how they adjust They will be spoiled and pampered too Because they were a must The father figure was erased His input was not needed For times have changed and the father role Has now been superseded Poor little boys and little girls What will become of you? May happiness keep you company Pray grief does not ensue. But as the lack of fathers Becomes more obvious with time This biased planning proves to be A faulty paradigm. Wendy Nipas