A POEM BY KATANA ASHBY
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And everything nice.
That’s what little girls are made of.
From the moment a girl is born she is set on the path of pink.
That bright, ‘girly’, princess, baby, candy floss pink.
The colour of the girls and all that it means to be a girl.
A sweet treat for the eyes, covered in sparkly, frilly, lacey, ‘cute’ fabric designs.
To be a girl dripping in the idea of pink!
Little girls so sweet, packaged up in a silky PINK bow.
The pink life is not just pink, it is princess, damsel, beauty, youth.
Baby doll, fashion doll, dress me up I look like a doll.
Passive dolls, passive looks.
“I’ll dress you up to look like me” and now I want to look like you.
Children learn through play and what do girls play?
We go to the toy store to choose our toy’s, lets go to the girls bit the pink bit, thats our bit.
I have a choice, whats my choice?
A doll! Baby doll, fashion doll.
Mother, model, carer, giver.
Oh wait what about a cooker!
But you CAN play with the ‘boy’ toys now…
Now its a girls toy.
Keep those gender binaries in check.
Girl equals pink, Check!
Pink scooter, pink bike, pink skates.
Lets drive like a girl, run like a girl, fight like a girl.
You fight like a girl.
They said, insult, girl, weaker, lesser.
But girls have power, pink power, girl power, Em, erm, mmm powered?
Your looks, your hook, lined and sunk.
Go look, go back, to the pink aisle.
Get the look, the book, it will tell you how to be a good girl.
Remember the doll, your doll, you dressed up and made the star of your fantasy world, the passive doll, the mannequin.
Look at the mannequin, a fashion doll, a lifestyle choice, a choice?
Slim pickings, slim, slim, slim.
Thats the image, that pink image the one you’ve been fed…
But don’t eat.
These are the sizes.
You have to fit the size.
Theres only one right size, they’ll show you what it is.
Its the one on the tele, in the music video, on the front cover.
The one that was on your pink princess duvet cover.
We are shown minimal coverage of options that should be endless.
Women referred to as girls are minimally covered.
Flesh, bodies, parts, fragments.
Each measured to a bar set to unattainable perfection.
But its fair game, expect it, theres a market for it.
Its a market, sex sells, we sell, you buy.
Sex, women, girls.
Appealing to desire, whose desire?
The hetrosexual, traditional scene is set.
We want to be ‘feminine’ attractive, to attract, thats human nature to attract.
Not to be told what is attractive.
You need to fit a mould, fit the mould, the mainstream pink cookie cutter mould.
To be sweet; and spice and everything nice.
Girl, a female child.
We want to be called girl?
Girl means young, youth is beauty.
So were told.
To be a youthful child, naive, vulnerable, needing to be looked after.
Not women, who is adult, in control.
We have a choice.
We’re told its a choice.
It is not a choice!
It will only be a choice, when we are shown, can have, and live all of the options.
Just the way we wish.