What if little girls grow into women
full of fire in their bellies,
rage in their throats.
Sugar and spice and everything nice
all a facade all along.
And what if little boys become men
made of more than snips and snails
and puppy dog tails.
Who’ve learned to let
tell their daughters they’re proud,
look into an eye
“I can feel it too”
falling from broken lips.
What if boys and girls weren’t
told what they are
and are, instead, allowed to show it.
*Originally seen on Instagram