The men found a group they didn’t disdain—
At least not yet.
Their daughters, pretty little girls
A picture of femininity for them to mold
To train
To control
To make precious and obedient.
She would make a good wife someday, he thought
Not like the useless one he had already.
The little girls attended school
Where the rules had changed.
The girls were taught untruths,
Ignorance the only subject.
When math was pushed aside for myth
The little girls adapted.
They gathered sticks to count them
learning their own math.
And then they sharpened their sticks.
It was these same little girls
Who came home one day
And pushed their daddies down the stairs.
They bashed in their heads with hammers while they slept.
They set the houses on fire with their
daddies inside.
And then those little girls with sharp sticks
Flooded the schools.
They rid the buildings of false ideas.
The little girls took everything over
Including teaching their male peers
how to be “Good Little Boys.”
