image Poetry of Kent Foreman

 

Suffragette

(A Lyric for my daughter Pier)

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By Kent Foreman

“In the human female the proportionate size of the cranial cavity indicates an infinitesimal superiority of intellect, however…”

Girls who’re cursed with high IQs

Simply learn more ‘bout the Blues

To the lass much too well read

Lonely nights and empty beds

                The Law is: Men are the intellects

                Bright Women are traitors to their sex.

You will find that PhDs

Will not bring him to his knees

Degrees, Phi Beta keys and such

Can’t contribute in the clutch.

                Submit. Do the bit; lavender and lace.
                The knack is to act like you know your place.

Buy yourself a mini-dress

Win at blackjack. Lose at chess.

Feed his ego. Let him be

The Champion of equality.

                A wise yet wistful old maid once wrote

                These deadly words if I may quote

“In the human female the proportionate size of the cranial cavity indicates an infinitesimal superiority of intellect, however…”