That time of life when one is chronically subjected
to other people’s taste in clothing,
and loads of other things, that are
boring and completely beside-the-point.
As a child, the concessions you must make
starts early, on an Easter morning, say –
dress and pinafore, patent leather shoes,
and a bonnet, yes, a bonnet!
Once you buy into the idea
that, as a girl, it’s your duty
to look pretty, you are sunk.
Their rationale is that
disrupt your outfit,
are not ladylike
and are only for babies—bogus!
Easter, 1949 Francisco Avenue, Rogers Park, Chicago