07/29/2020
My rising 8th grader wrote this poem on gender inequality at work
It’s the little things
That mean the most
Isn't that what they say?
Like when your nice work pants
Have pockets for your keys, phone, your wallet
The wallet where you keep the money
And also the extra money that you get for not being me
A woman.
Why do my work pants
Lack those pockets?
Do I not also deserve to keep
My keys, phone, my wallet,
In which I hold the same amount of money as you
But only after working two, three
Times harder.
I guess that the big things
Mean a lot too,
Like when you command a room
And they listen and to them,
You are the boss.
But when I am assertive
I’m never the boss,
Just bossy and rude and
That horrible woman.
So then, to get what I want I have to
Ask nicely,
But when I
Ask nicely,
I am not as serious as you or as
Firm as you and so
I am dismissed.
And somehow, whatever I do,
It is never the right thing.
You never respect me
Or treat me well
And it isn't okay
It should never be okay
But it is excused because
Boys will be boys
Right?
And so I am not sorry
Not sorry that it makes you uncomfortable
When I am angry
And show more emotion than the
Perfectly subservient woman
That you seek.
I am not sorry
That I am determined and persistent and smart
Perhaps smarter than you
Not sorry
That I will keep fighting so that
I can change both
The little things
And the big things too.