
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker’s cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn’t she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
When I was young I played with barbie dolls. I brushed her long blond locks, dressed her in dresses and mini skirts, and prepared her to be a good “housewife”. When I was young, that was all I knew. That women were only good for doing the cooking and the cleaning. A younger version of me used to idolize Barbie. The way she looked. Her body type, hair and eye colour. The femininity that radiated off of her. Or so I thought as I never really knew what femininity was back then. My entire life I wanted to be as pretty as Barbie. But my arms were much more bigger and masculine than hers cause I was in the gym everyday of the week. My body was slim and solid, not shaped and curvy like Barbies. And the kids would tell me “you have man arms!” “she looks so much like a guy!” Being the sporty athletic kid I was wasn’t a problem until people started to catch on to societal standards of how I was supposed to look and act. In societies eyes, I should not have looked so strong and masculine. In societies eyes, I should not have been training a competitive sport for twenty hours a week. In societies eyes, I should have not been more shy and reserved as opposed to aggressive and loud. In societies eyes, I am not like barbie…and to society, I am a failure. Cause I am the exact opposite of what I’m expected to be…
Maya Angelous poem has taught me much about hope and ways of turning unfortunate situations into bearable ones. The caged bird has his wings clipped and feat tied. This is metaphorical in the sense that you may be stuck in situations you can’t get out of, however you can make the best out if it with the right change in perspective on it. everyone complains. It’s human nature. However more recently I’ve come to realization that constant complaining gets you no where. If anything, the lesson to take away from this poem is that life is unfair. As soon as you realize that nothing is going to go 100% your way, you can start to mature as naturally, your perspective on unfortunate situations will change. with the right change in attitude, you can turn a terrible situation into one much more bearable. And that is why the caged bird is so important.
“so he opens his throat to sing”…
I myself in the last sixteen years of living have been in situations that made me uncomfortable. A younger version of me looks up to current version of me and is proud that I have finally found my voice. Being young, your sense of awareness is heightened, however for shy and reserved kids like myself at the time, I struggled to find my voice. It was only when I got older that I found the courage to speak out. Found the right to argue and stand up for what I believe in. Upon further analysis of myself, I see the caged bird in me. Someone who was once stuck inside of a box observing all around me and the injustices both to myself and other around me. But like the bird, I open my throat to sing. who wants to hear me will. And who wants to ignore me will. But the unknown will soon come to surface. And one day, the inner bird inside all of us will break free.





This constant back and forth going from reality to escape creates a never ending cycle. A damaging cycle. Life should not be so unbearable that individuals resort to their imagination or a distraction to get away from the obstacles in their life. Escapes are temporary and imaginary, unlike reality which is real. With facing reality comes acceptance, a very foreign feeling to some. In order to break free from this cycle, one must accept that the obstacles and pressures in their life won’t go away after a temporary escape. Through acceptance, one may find closure. One will no longer have to deal with the unsatisfying feeling post escape. One may find true happiness in the state of reality, as opposed to the fake happiness created inside of their head. A dangerous cycle broken, and an individual learning to make the best out of what life throws at them. A result that may seem nearly impossible, however very much so achievable.
having to go to work the following day. Unfortunately, the escape only lasted so long before I had to go in again. I was still unsatisfied with the job and left to face it. Along with my job, the second school started this year, I already found myself looking for a way out. In class, I daydream constantly about other things; things I would rather do than be confined to a windowless building for seven hours a day. The constant work being assigned as well as having to learn about things I have no interest in contributes to this desire to escape. They are obstacles in my life I try to avoid but wind up having to deal with. The desire is prompted by the need to avoid things in my life I am unhappy with. Although I am very grateful to have these opportunities presented to me, the lack of interest I have for them makes me want to escape. I would rather the company of my imagination over facing the constant realities of my life. I dismiss them because they don’t give me the euphoric feeling I get when I’m inside my head or doing something I love. When the escape ends, and I’m left to deal with the stress of school and a minimum wage job, it leaves me unsatisfied with my life. Living the same loop of a day over and over again.