When I was young, I was given a checklist
Not on paper, nothing so formal
But comment by comment
A checklist was made.
I began to play Mom
I began to play Wife
I stopped playing astronaut
And being an engineer seemed silly.
Still, that checklist grew.
Heels and dresses,
Make up and hair,
Wait till marriage (ha!),
Be a wife,
Be a Mom,
Give all of yourself,
Every last drop.
Careers can come - my kids will grow up right?
I've checked off most of that checklist.
Now I stand in front of a void of possibilities.
My husband beside me, encouraging me to jump.
To take the leaps I never thought to take.
Because that checklist? Handed down through generations,
by the Patriarchal Society of Assholes.
And I realize now, that the void has been waiting, and so have I.
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