Gendered

It starts in the little things, A man's suit, A floral dress, Pretty pink bows, And ties to impress. Segregated lines, To stand in before class, Rough and sporty, Or hands delicate glass. Boys made for fawning over, And chopping wood, Business owner, Bread winner, With wives in the kitchen; Ladies 'man', Children 'can', Can't, have, Ideas or Plans, Dress your boys for their jobs, Players, soulless husband, A mother robs, Her son of free will, He's made for work, Not for frills. A daughter weeps, For hair cut short, Father's word seeps, Deep and curt, "How would prince charming, Climb Rapunzel's hair, If for when he reached, It was no longer there?" Baby dolls, Plastic toy kitchen, Dainty soles, Needles stitching. Future mommy, don't you worry, Mother raised you well, When your tears start to swell, Wipe them astray, for when night dawns, She prays, All her hopes and dreams away.