Our heritage is full of women rebelling:
First Lilith, then Eve, who refused to fit the mold
In which she was cast: the antidote for Lilith, a model obedient
Wife, now blamed for original sin because she couldn’t conform.
Ruth defied convention when she married a foreigner and was
Rewarded with a place on the family tree of David; Brave Rahab’s
Perceived sexual trespasses didn’t stop her from saving.
Some say Jezebel was only depicted as evil because she dared reign over a man;
The adulteress still exists as a metaphor for Christian treatment of sin.
Even Mary, the mother of Jesus, became pregnant before she was married-
We’ve built a legend of fear around what was good enough for God and his son.
I was raised with these women as role models, with the
Underlying message that what is scorned by society
Is good enough for the being that society worships. I refuse,
I will not, hold myself to lower standards. I can
Save the world, be a role model, bring good into the world, I can!
Without the same refrains: Get married, have children,
But wait until you get married, settle down, cover your skin,
Protect yourself, someday you will want children- I
Do not fit this mold, I cannot limit myself to convention, I
Am not afraid of the stones that may be cast when I
Am middle aged and still unmarried, sleeping contentedly
In a bachelor’s life. I, too, am a legend, a myth in the making.
This poem jumped off from here.