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On raising a loud daughter - SOLC Day 6


When I was little,
I was a good girl
in school
and at home.

They taught me 
to sit still
and be quiet.

They taught me
that girls are nice,
not bossy.

Now,
at thirty,
I am finding my voice.
The one that "pushes back."

Now,
I have a little girl.
And when she lies down
because she is not ready to leave the park,
I find myself
loving her voice. 

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  1. Glenda FunkMarch 6, 2020 at 6:58 AM

    Bravo! I love your poem and that you’re raising your daughter to find her voice. I’m a Warren supporter, too. My Day 1 slice is about canvassing. Think I’ll leave my Warren signs up a while.

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    1. AlexMarch 6, 2020 at 8:11 AM

      I read that one - the lasagna crisis! LOL! Thank you for canvassing!

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  2. Diane AndersonMarch 6, 2020 at 8:58 AM

    Good! When you find your own voice, you can choose when you want to speak up and when you want to be quiet.

    Hoping women will still speak up and help bring a new administration in even though the candidates have dropped out of the presidential race. .. and that they have influential positions in that new administration ... as women keep participating, the day for a woman as president will surely come.... one who has been raised to be loud.

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  3. Elisabeth EllingtonMarch 6, 2020 at 9:19 AM

    I enjoyed this piece so much--the contrast between how you were raised to be quiet and how you love how your daughter has such a loud voice and isn't afraid to use it. I'm really sad about Warren too.

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  4. UnknownMarch 7, 2020 at 5:34 AM

    Voices can change over time, for sure. Of course, they can also be modeled, taught, inherited.

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