[Sidenote: I'm trying to post one poem a day. I know that's a lot to put on this site, so to make up for it, I'll return the favor and review one of your works for each review; so, if there's anything specific that you'd like to have reviewed in return, just let me know what it is!]
If I have a daughter,
I hope she doesn’t simply play with dolls
by dressing them up and pretending to wait
for her husband to come home;
I hope she takes her little Raggedy-Anne out
into the forest to play House on the Prairie,
and that Raggedy-Andy leans over the nose of a canoe.
I hope she aspires to be more than a mother,
that she’ll pursue the life of a philosopher,
a scientist, a visionary of sorts
before she ever dreams of settling down
with 2.5 kids and a suit-and-tie husband
who pecks her cheek and asks her to sweep the floor.
If I have a daughter, I hope she asks for a telescope
instead of a Barbie doll, so that she chooses
to emulate the nature of the earth above artificial life forms,
and so she’ll look with wanting at the stars instead of Barbie’s size-zero waistline.
I hope she knows she doesn’t need shallow things to be happy.
I hope she knows that a crooked smile is a becoming trend.
I hope she likes to play in the rain and the mud and the snow.
Most of all, I hope she sees what’s beautiful.