They start early
Into the shape that is most pleasing
For that is the role we are supposed to play.
They feed us thoughts
Every single day
Of the ideal we should reach
The impossible we should become.
They break our spirits
For our own good
Because a brood mare and a work horse
Should never think for themselves.
They forget our humanity
Blind to who we are
Because objects don’t have feelings
And our voices have been silent so long.
But we remember
Amidst the voices shouting us down
We hold our quiet knowledge
And refuse to let it go.
We break the mold
Formed for us by the others,
The opinions of strangers whom we have never met.
We shatter the rules and expectations
That have been fed to us at every turn
And step out of the yoke
Placed around our necks.
Remember, when you enslave us:
We will rise up
We will return more powerful than before
And with a long memory behind us.
– Caroline A. Slee