I Have Questions
- Jenny Morelli

- 23 hours ago
- 2 min read
by Jenny Morelli

Be a man. Man up.
You got some balls for a girl.
Don’t cry like a girl.
You hit like a girl.
Why do girls play softball
and pitch the way they do?
Why can’t girls play football
and boys wear skirts?
Why have genders
become political
and the mere thought
of boys as girls and girls
as boys and gender fluidity
and pronoun possibilities
are now considered ‘woke’?
Why is accepting everyone
considered ‘woke’?
Why is ‘woke’
considered a liberal lunacy
dangerous to our society?
Why are the current leaders
afraid to let women vote?
Why are we still ‘springing forward’
with our clocks
when we’re rewinding progress
almost a hundred damn years?
Why was letting women vote
called suffrage? Why
does the word suffer
mean to allow, but also
to anguish?
Why can’t I stop
asking the most childlike
questions like ‘Why can’t we all
just love instead of hate, just live
and let live?’ when the only answer
these days is ‘Because a bunch
of rich old white men say we can’t?
Maybe it’s not that I can’t
stop asking these questions,
but that I won’t. I’ll keep on
asking and asking and asking
and writing and writing and writing
until I once again live
in a country more enlightened
than the dark times into which
we’ve once again been dragged;
until there’s no difference
or derision or divide
between black and white
and brown, between girl and
boy and human; until
we’re all kinder to each other
and America has returned
to normal, returned to woke
returned to a progress
worth my time,
worth my effort,
worth my emotions,
worth my pride.
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Jenny Morelli is a high school English teacher who lives in New Jersey with her husband and cat. She is often either inspired by her students or else they're triggering memories in her of when she was young and struggling with her self-confidence. She has been published in a number of literary magazines, including Spare Parts for a novel excerpt, Spillwords for several themed poems, and Bottlecap Press for her own chapbook This is Not a Drill.




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