Psychology

Daughters

I couldn’t have been any crueler if I tried. I struck for the jugular—

“Try pretending everything that happens to me is going to happen to your daughters in their lives.

Imagine men screaming in your daughter’s face, striking your daughter’s spirits with demeaning words—’delusional!’

Imagine your daughters paying for your sins.”

Words Hurt

I don’t know what breaks the cycle of violence. I’ve never met a man who wasn’t already harmed by another woman. It seems the passage into manhood is marked in our culture by the breaking of a boy’s heart by a woman.

Domestic Violence is not the result of stress, anger or the use of drugs or alcohol, but the learned behavior that one person uses to control another.

I was abused by my husband in my first marriage, and every man I know carries emotional wounds which mirror the bruises which never came to my own skin.

I’ve not been friends with women in my life. I can’t speak to what women do to cause the men I have loved to be so damaged.

I simply wonder, when will it stop?

If you don’t have “daughters”—if you can’t understand “what it feels like for a girl”, then consider what “if I were a boy”?

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she’s just like a maze
Where all of the walls are continually changed
And I’ve done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I’m starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Oh, you see that skin?
It’s the same she’s been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she’s left
Cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You’ll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without the warmth from
A womans good, good heart

On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the guide and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Girls can wear jeans
And cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
‘Cause it’s OK to be a boy

But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
‘Cause you think that being a girl is degrading

But secretly you’d love to know what it’s like
—Wouldn’t you?—
What it feels like for a girl

Silky smooth
Lips as sweet as candy, baby
Tight blue jeans
Skin that shows in patches

Strong inside—but you don’t know it

“Good little girls they never show it”

“When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak?”

Do you know what it feels like for a girl?
Do you know what it feels like in this world—for a girl?

Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting

Hurt that’s not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you’re trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less

Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
What it feels like for a girl

Strong inside but you don’t know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak

Do you know what it feels like for a girl?
Do you know what it feels like in this world—for a girl?

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