Poetry

My Female Generation

I don’t have to slave for a man or a merchant

As I work in my chosen profession

I don’t have to marry a man by arrangement 

As I cavort with my latest obsession

I get paid the same as the unfairer sex

And I don’t have to sleep with my boss!

I can vote if I wish, or even decline

Depends, really, if I give a toss

If I had been born a few decades ago

Or in a more closed-minded place

I may have been chained to the kitchen

Or used cloth to cover my face 

But right here, right now I’m quite lucky

It’s not perfect but pretty alright

I can live, I can love, make up my own mind

Without, seemingly, too much of a fight

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