Our Katy was a good girl, dulcet, sweet
& mild,
Everyone would say, “What a very good
child”,
Katy was a young lady, demure, so coy &
pretty,
Men would take her home & say,”Oh what
a pity”.
Our Katy was a good wife & doing all
right things,
Kept home & obeyed, but always dreamed
of wings,
Katy was a good mother, pandering to kids
whims,
All ran her ragged, to exhaustion & old
wrinkled skin.
Then one day our Katy woke up & said
the magic word,
Through that word she grew wings & flew
up like a bird,
And all were shocked & troubled by this
new & awful blow,
It was all because our Katy had learned to
say that “No”.
From the kernel of that “No”, our Katy
blossomed & grew,
She was prettier now by far, as higher each
day she flew,
And respected more by all now, as she went
about her way,
After all her chores were done, Katy even
learned to play.
“What I don´t understand”, she thought,
deep inside her head,
Is why this simple word of “No”, is not
taught before we wed,
It´s as if because we are women, we are
deemed to be the fools?
When the simple word of “No”, should be
taught to girls in schools.
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