Raised To Be Compliant
We got confused
They could hurt our feelings
But we were not supposed to hurt theirs
They could do evil things to us
And we were supposed to turn our cheek
Allow them to increase their target
We were supposed to be doormats
And allow them to wipe their steel toed boots on us
We did not question it; socialized the way we were
By a woman
Who would not have tolerated
Any misbehaviors from others.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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