read the fine print, darling.

because didn't i warn you, it would be like this?
 

didn't you know

that when i said you'd belong in a workplace

i meant as a tool to be played with?

didn't you know

when i talked to you of marriage

that i meant you had up to twenty-three years old to wed yourself away

to a man who's face looks good on a postcard?
 

didn't you know

from the moment i had you

that children would be expected out of you

(but not a minute before your wedding day, where your legs could spread)?

didn't you know

that handprints on your hips and your thighs and your legs andyoureverywhere

is a part of the experience of being a lady

so don't make such a fuss about it, will you?

didn't you read the fine print

and know that since the day you were born

you were assigned an object, and nothing more?

didn't you know

that once you're past your prime

you're going to have some daughters

and raise them to be just like you?