E.Verrette.
The suburbs; a place of conformity: Rows of identical, unattractive houses Without a trace of individuality A society based on routine, Like a time warp playing the same basic plot Over and over again. Families all similar, A man who leaves punctually after breakfast, Goes off to an anonymous office somewhere, Comes home to a ready-made dinner and No Questions Asked. A wife, a pretty and efficient android, A perfect housecleaning and childbearing machine: Remove the faceplate and reveal the human longing- Longing to escape from the constant routine Of clean-house watch children.No Questions Asked. Children, each trained in a child's ways; Taught to do their homework, to adore candy and despise Brussel sprouts,broccoli,spinach and artichokes, That boys don't wear pink and girls don't play with trucks. Yet, Still weary of the same old routine of School-homework-dinner-bed and No Questions Asked. No place for the misfits, the dreamer, the restless No place for identity, difference, nothing No place for the feminist, the homosexual, the environmentalist: Nothing, but order and method, the memorized routine. Of | work | home | laundry Children | cook | clean School | home | homework, and No Questions Asked.
A young high school student in honour of international women's day wrote this poem and at first I saw only the negativism of her words but there is hope here.
You are invited, in the midst of all the situations in this world that we despair of ever finding solutions for, to use this International Women's Day to name the signs of hope you see in your life, in your mothers, sisters and children's lives and then to work harder to make it so for all women everywhere.
 Marilee Iverson, for COG