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KALIEDOSCOPE

Foreshadow

  • Ilsa Schleber
  • Sep 22
  • 1 min read

Our daughters hear their fathers

Talk about young, blonde, cart girls. 

“Daddy, why’s there a girl on that calendar?” 

“She’s just pretty,” he responds

And we wonder why girls are getting raped

And preyed on by “saints”

When their fathers teach them, 

They will listen.

Teach them that their body is not shameful,

or something to be passed around.  

Teach them right, 

And behave accordingly.

 

This poem was also inspired by double standards and bad examples that are set in our society that we sometimes don’t even realize. This poem is meant to bring attention to the kids and teens in our society and how they are effected by what they see and hear. My favorite line is “Teach them that their body is not shameful, or something to be passed around,” because this applies to kids at first but ultimately ends up affecting teen girls the most and those teen girls grow into adults and the cycle continues. It really spoke to me since I am in the age bracket that I feel this line applies to. The poetic devices I used were connotation, some alliteration, and hyperbole. I think the connotation aspect added a lot to this piece because 3 different people could read it and they would get 3 slightly different meanings. The alliteration of “teach” shows that we can combat this issue by teaching younger generations rather than just sweeping it under the rug. The hyperbole and shock of the words I chose adds to the poem because the reader is taken aback and it makes them want to read more.

 
 
 

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