My infant boy, he is a child
with a heart that is eager and a mind that is wild,
and free to imagine, to believe, to dream
free from limitations and boundaries.
He has not yet seen
the way that society attempts to confine
his eager heart and beautiful mind.
As he grows and explores the world around,
the feelings, the sights, the tastes and sounds,
I want to nurture the way that he learns
and turn his burning curiosity
into a fire, allow him to play in the muck and the mire,
and allow him to play with baby dolls,
with cups and saucers, monsters and trolls.
I will protect him from the people who say
that “these are the toys with which boys play.”
There are no boys toys or toys for girls,
he will not be told to jump and stomp
but discouraged from a prance, a dance or a twirl.
If he wishes to dance, to sing, to wear a dress
then I will help him to find the one that he likes best.
You will not take my son’s mind and box it in,
or ever make him ashamed of just being him.
I will not let you categorise my child,
under ‘B for boy’, with guns as toys,
chastised for being too mild,
or told he is weak for shedding tears,
for having the courage to share his fears.
I will never allow you to make him believe
that his gender sits atop the list
of attributes that make him him;
destroying the curiosity that lies within.
I will never allow you to box my child,
and your attempts leave my temper running wild.