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

 themselves weep, 

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. 

What if. 

*Originally seen on Instagram

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