11.24.2013

Girls Come Of Age, Too

This latest coming-of-age
film I’ve watched
is beautiful & poignant,
like the others,
but I want to see
stories about girls
up there on the screen.
Real girls, not mean girls.
Not pink-sparkly girls,
or crazy girls or princesses.
Just regular girls
doing ordinary kid things:
traipsing woods, fishing,
sharing secrets, swearing
allegiance, running away,
facing mortality, being hurt,
learning Big Life Lessons.
Why is that so hard to imagine?

I find it surprisingly difficult to write a protest poem in the spirit of Woody Guthrie for Susie’s prompt to the Real Toads. I revere Woody Guthrie (no surprise) and comparatively, this feels less than poetic. But this is something that’s been on my mind and I feel somewhat alone in my aggravation about it. So, here it is. #24 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans!