Crying like a Girl

Once upon a time, when I’d raise my voice

I was told a woman didn’t have the choice

To crib, complain or cry in horror

At the fate held in store for her.

She had to gulp down the fear

And shed not a tear.

But face like a woman

Every scary evil omen.

Still, the ignorant teach the boys

That girls know only how to play with toys.

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