We’ve all been part of the freakshow circus
officially known as gender
since the day we were born.
He’s a boy!
He’s born with a penis
so we’ll clothe him in blue
and he’ll grow up to be manly,
and we’ll tell him to
never be a sissy or a
big girl’s blouse.
She’s a girl!
She’s born with a vagina
so we’ll dress her in pink
and she’ll grow up to be
a pretty little girl,
but we’ll tell her to man up
when she’s being too much
of a girly girl.
While he plays with trucks, trains
and his macho action figures,
she plays with dolls in prams and
she helps with making the tea,
washing the pots and doing the laundry;
she’s praised ‘You’ll make a good wife one day’.
The innocence of childhood departs with the
abrupt arrival of puberty,
slapping you right in the face
with the never ending growth of body hair
and other bodily changes.
A boy is welcomed into manhood when hair covers
his face, his arms, his chest, his legs, his armpits
and his area of pride and utmost masculinity.
The more hair and the deeper his newly broken voice,
the more macho and masculine
he will be- the better off he will be.
A girl is welcomed into womanhood when hair covers
her face, her arms, her chest, her legs, her armpits
and her area of purity and demeaning femininity.
As soon as hair arrives she’s armed with
razors, waxing strips, epilators, offers for laser hair removal
because no one ever wants to see body hair
anywhere on a woman- it’s disgusting.
The wardrobe is pretty extensive for a woman.
She can free her hairless legs with skirts and cute dresses,
but not too short otherwise
she’ll be called a slut.
She can free her hairless armpits in
sleeveless tops with plunging necklines,
but she must have some modesty otherwise
she’ll be called a whore.
She can feel confident and look sexy with high heel shoes
but can she run away fast enough
because she’s asking for it?
A gorgeous handbag is an ideal accessory for a woman
which will very likely have a rape alarm inside.
The wardrobe is pretty limited for a man.
He can free his hairy legs in shorts
but not in a skirt or dress otherwise
he’ll be called a pussy.
He can free his hairy armpits in
sleeveless tops but guys with
muscular arms wear them much better.
If he can’t wear skirts then he certainly
can’t wear high heel shoes.
Besides, he doesn’t need to run away from anything.
If a man wants some sort of bag then it
definitely has to be a man-bag.
If a woman doesn’t wear makeup,
she’s not making an effort;
she’s a slob.
If a woman does wear makeup
she’s hiding her true self;
Whatever way, she transforms her face
on a daily basis in front of the mirror,
enhancing her cheeks, her eyes and lips,
hiding the blemishes and imperfections
which no one ever wants to see.
If a man decides to wear makeup
he’s in touch with his feminine side,
which is fine in small doses but really,
he shouldn’t be wearing makeup;
it’s weird and unmasculine.
He can transform himself
into a masterpiece of beauty
but he’ll just be seen as a freak.
Our whole life is a performance.
Don’t be a puppet of gender;
Act the way you want to.
© Clare Abbott (September 2016)