Boys Don’t Do That!

She was born on a cool spring morning in early May.
Congratulations mom and dad, you got a beautiful bouncing baby boy!
She was given a little pat on the butt.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She stood on her little feet in the foyer holding the hand of the social worker.
“I DON’T WANT HIM BECAUSE HE LOOKS TOO MUCH LIKE HIS GOD DAMNED FATHER!”
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She loved to play with dolls, dress pretty and hang out with all the other little girls.
Her parents wouldn’t allow her to continue that kind of behavior.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She had some beautiful blonde wavy hair.
They made her put grease in her hair, removing the beautiful waves.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

They took her to a psychologist to see what was wrong with her.
The doctor said there’s nothing wrong with her, just let her be her.
They couldn’t do that and instead the abusive discipline escalated.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She sang with a wonderfully beautiful high soprano voice and was always asked to join various chorus groups.
But her parents made her intentionally try to deepen her voice.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

Just be yourself and people will love you they told her.
When she tried to be herself they continued to beat her without mercy.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She always tried to run away from her bullies and hide in her house to be safe.
Her parents always made her go out to fight her bullies and beat them without mercy.
She hated that.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She would play dress up in her mom’s clothes and makeup.
It’s just a phase that you’ll grow out of she was told.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She tried on her mom’s bikini, saw herself in the mirror and was astounded at how beautiful she looked and felt.
She closed her bedroom door with great shame and tried to remove the appendage from between her legs because it didn’t belong to her but she failed.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She built a cage, climbed inside, locked the door, thought she threw away the key and created the image of the man everyone told her to be.
She raged and she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

She started finding ways to be free from the cage, she built, without anyone knowing she was there but her captor was astonishingly unaware.
So she raged and she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

Her captor, somehow shamefully aware of her existence started exhibiting and participating in extremely risky behaviors to make her go away.
So she raged and she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

Her captor gave her brief joyous moments of freedom by allowing her to dress up and see herself in private, because no one could know of her existence but due to great fear and shame her captor always locked her away again.
So she raged and she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

Her captor tried to take her with them to their grave but she wouldn’t allow that to happen. Her rage began to rip the bars off her cage in order to be free but her captor fought hard to rebuild the walls of her cage.
So she raged and she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

Years of raging and hateful denial finally took its toll on her.
Her loving wife and her captor spit angry words of venom at each other as she tried to break free from her self-imposed exile inside.
She raged and she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

(Blink)

The walls were being ripped apart faster than they could be rebuilt and then they were no more.
And she cried.
“Boys don’t do that!”

Except I AM a girl
and I DO that.

(Blink)

Written by Marie Willa Bobo-Smith
June 19, 2019

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