Look At Me

I hate it When people look at me And only see Things they hope And dream just for me. In passing, At work, on the street, Everyone I greet Inertly, make an assumption One that's rather cheap She'll fall in love Madly, truly, deeply Within the next year, hopefully, Get married on a whim, Then the next year, she'll have a baby College is a fine idea, To become a teacher, perhaps, Teaching numbers, letters, charts and maps A very motherly role for a motherly girl, Of course, what about the baby? Not to mention a home to keep, The cost of living is rather cheap, Husband will work, Mum will stay home and put baby to sleep. Oblivious to one thing It is very important But their thinking is impotent They are always thinking About my "inevitable personal growth stint". I have dreams A man is not an important one, Neither is a home to be spun, Children are far from my sight I have only just begun. My nature is not my future It is only common sense, Be kind, treat others well, don't be dense To how others think and feel Yet, "that's because you're a girl", only makes sense. Look at me now Put all stereotypes in a box All those little idiosyncrasies everyone mocks, And throw them away, Let's have our little talks. Now look at me, Straight in the eye, please, I'll say it with ease, "I have more dreams than just one..." Just, take a look at me, please.