Crossing the Line by Bailey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
My English assignment was to write a poem about gender stereotypes, this is what emerged. Enjoy.

Submitted: April 26, 2009

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Is Pig-Tails going to stand up?
No.
Is Blue-Skirt going to speak up?
Probably not.
 
They’ll just swing back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth.
 
The razor sharp edges of the Diamond,
Look intimidating to all outside.
Almost impossible to cross,
Unless, of course,
You were born with the immunity,
Of being a Boy.
 
Who would want to cross that border anyway?
Once you do,
There’s no going back.
 
The reputation sticks with you,
No matter how hard you try,
You can’t cover it up.
Like a tattoo on your forehead,
That erases the soft and care-free lines,
Of being a Girl.
 
But invisible borders waver and twist with the new pressure arising on them,
As Cut Off-Jeans stops swinging.
 
She walks,
Nonchalantly,
Considering all of the unsaid rules she is breaking,
With each step.
 
She keeps walking,
Ignorant to the fact,
That everyone around her has stopped.
 
Eyes ahead,
Towards Home,
And she stops.
It’s easy for her to spot the Captain,
The one trying to regain his authority,
Ignoring the volcano threatening to erupt,
That has just walked up to him.
 
“Can I play?”
 
All strength that has been regained,
Has been lost again,
As mouths stammer,
Searching for an answer to a question,
That has never been asked before.
 
Will Captain surrender?
No, that would show weakness.
Will Captain fight back against her?
Probably not, that’s not allowed on his side of the border.
 
“Sure.”
She answers her own question.
 
And she walks,
Waiting on line to Kick,
Shattering the boundaries of society,
Like the cracks in the dirt of the Field
Under her Converse.
 


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