(What I will tell my daughter)
Someday you will be told that a woman’s gaze must never stretch as far as a man’s.
That his should soar above the seventh heaven -like shooting stars between planets- to find himself on Saturn’s rings but yours- yours must never exceed the ceiling of your house because you were made different.
Your place- lies in the cleanliness of kitchen shelves the dust between radiator and wall the stains on both carpet and floor- because you are a woman… nothing more.
You see, They might say That a woman’s gaze should never stretch as far as a man’s. No, yours must stretch further.
Because you are a woman, Nothing less.
By Farah Gabdon