Feminist's Conversion - Poem by Jennifer Rosario
Ladies, I do appreciate all that you've done..
I've got my right to own land and to choose my divorce
I've got a right to a pay raise and to own my house, of course,
right to vote and freedoms in literature and prose.
I can stand tall and statuesque,
an assertive, converted woman, I suppose.
I can now
Get my own cab
Pay my own fair
And I don't think you care
I still have to cook
still have to clean
Do all the laundry and fix my man's seam
dress the kids, the turkey, the salad and the window sills
(and working 40 hour weeks has no time for cheap thrills) .
Yes, I too thought I was ready to set asail
to rid myself of the
domineering, sneering, and jeering
I wanted to feel like a woman by earning my own keep
(now, all I earn is a night of less sleep) .
I am left feeling ever more like a man
I've got calluses on these feminine hands
this will sound trite,
But I want a romance like Hudson and Doris Day.
I want a hand when a puddle is in my way.
I want penned letters signed with flair.
I want to wear pearls when nobody's there.
I want chivalry
and chairs tucked in for me.
I want cucumber sandwiches and tea at noon
I want gentlemen to stand when I enter a room.
Maybe we should've thought over this one aspect
they garnered respect
And what did we get?
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