Rachel SlonePsychology of GenderModule 7June 16th2019WomenPowerful, strong, tough, resilient, we can handle pressure like no otherYet some believe we’re just meant to be MothersOur worth is decided based on the quality of our wombsBut do they realize we are more than our ability to reproduce?Wash the dishes, sweep the floor, “hey make me a sandwich”Your worth isn’t valid anymoreWe fold all the laundry and make all the beds, we keep quiet because we are taught that ourworth is between our legs rather than in our headsThat’s how they see us, fragile and weakThey’d feel a lot a different if they’d just let us speak
Cover your hair, it can’t be seenWork out and eat healthy, your man likes you leanControl your desires, there’s no place for them hereSuck it up buttercup, don’t shed a tearDon’t let them see, how controlled you really areDig down deep and find yourself, you’re not really that farStop! You can’t dig right now, there’s no timeYour husband will be home soon and there’s clothes on the lineHurry! You have to finish, clean up the house,When he gets home it’s got to be quiet as a mouseFix the table, have his dinner hotPull it together, you’ll be a bad wife if notOpen that jar, oh wait, have your manIt’s obvious he can do it more easily than you can
Appear weak, so they feel strongDon’t burst their egos, because you were capable all alongSpend your whole life like a damsel in distressDon’t eat that! You have to fit in that dressFake that you’re weak, so they can feel biggerThen take what’s rightfully yours and you’re called a gold diggerBury your dreams of going back to schoolYou’re a Mom now, don’t you know the rule?You must sacrifice, you must be a MotherYou don’t have time to be anotherEven if that person is who you truly areYou must conceal that, deep down so farInside your body, inside your soulYou must keep it buried, don’t lose your self-control!You can’t take that job offer from the man in the parkYou’d have to travel during the day, maybe even at dark
It’s a woman’s traditional position to be in the home,Not traveling or going, there’s no free time to roamWhat would they say, oh can’t you imagine?Dads can be gone all week and not a word is saidBut a Mother do the same, and it’s off with her head!How did we get here? Where did we go wrong?