Choices

They sell tickets to war and tickets to fame
One price for joy, another for pain
If you're a little girl, your choice is between comfort and shame
Either live within society's standards
Or be forever blamed
I know acutely the meaning of the phrase, "act like a lady"
My brother and I ran around, both of us acting shady
And he'd get a laugh or a stern glance
And I'd get a reminder we wore very different pants
So this dance we learned of gender identification in our youth
Continues on as we get older, soon becoming our truth
TV shows, commercials, magazines, they helped us see
That little girls become wives, then mommies,
shopping and cleaning for their family
Little boys grew up to be whatever they wanted to be
Seduce women, work outdoors, wear suits, join the army
The epitome of masculinity
Increased testosterone equals superiority
The weaker sex has no validity
Our predefined roles favor timidity, stupidity
Open your eyes to the absurdity and lies
Gender policing is a vicious cycle of ignorant diatribes
That prefer societal norms over unique voices
We could all be alike if we're allowed to make choices.