My name is Daisy Katey,
They say I’m a lady
And my steppings have to be steady
And my clothings have to be lacy,
Maybe…
One day I’d make a baby.
I watched my brothers bother about lovers,
Watched them play, breakaway and castaway fragile hearts,
Observed as they played hide and seek,
Sneak and peek at weak chics.
All these I found unique
And wanted to be a part of;
So to speak.
But society said;
Lay the bedspread,
Make the French bread,
Trim the rose bed,
Be the red head,
Wed the next nerd,
Clean the homestead,
Keep the marriage bed
Make the baby’s bed
Like a slave;
I’m meant to shave my legs
And fry the eggs,
Get a lesser pay
Or stay home all day,
And wear a lingerie
To please my nerdy husband.
My name is Daisy Katey,
I’m a lady
Not a slave.
-Notsofeminine
Courtesy of Quills Club
