Cute

Little girls, little hands, little hearts treated like porcelain from the start. We must shield their bodies, spare their sweet minds, give them a man to hide behind. Dolls with painted smiles and perfect teeth hair braided tightly like a wreath Unchanging eyes, bright like the sun arms and legs created only for fun, treated nothing like any son. Manners are all that matters, only be eloquent if it flatters. Though a bright mind, don’t show pride, you must be polite to be a bride take insults to your intelligence in stride. Parents hope for nothing more, than to brag about the girls they bore. But the only questions asked have to do with a girls past and the family she has amassed. How does anyone expect females to believe they are anything but frail? Raised to be compliant, to always be pliant, but never self-reliant. Please don’t raise girls to be weak many times this outcome is bleak. Raise your girls to be resolute, don’t force their opinions to be mute, girls are not supposed to be just cute.