The battle of the sexes

The battle of the sexes

The battle of the sexes is a battle worth fighting for

But is the battle of the sexes a battle worth dying for?

Of all the battles this world has seen

It the only one determined by our genes

We have no choice but to enlist

Are camps are chosen the moment we exist

At first there seems to be no war

As little baby girl and little baby boy

Feed on the breast or on cow ‘n’ gate

And both keep mum and dad irate

So oblivious they our in their own small worlds

Till given uniforms they must adorn

Girls must wear pink and boys must wear blue

But what if they don’t agree with you

As when there older and think on their feet

Some think to conform is total defeat

So our once tiny soldiers choose roles they like

And when thinking of childhood it gives them a fright

As they see to try to please their families

Can not be done its too hard you see

Alex wants to be a fireman, Maria a cook
Steve a mechanic, Sue wants to write books

To change these terms to us seems totally absurd

As mad as it is to raise cows on lemon curd

So we insist on bringing them into line with superficial dress codes

And names designed

To distinguish their different roles in life

Before they can eat with fork and knife

And at that stage all that they know is mama dada

And how to cry when wanting to go

But where busy choosing their identity

By what they see in you and me

Most miss out on experiences which will equip them to be

Young men and women who live out their dreams

So next time you choose them a head dress or coat

Spare a thought for what I just wrote

As the battle of the sexes should not be a lie

So think carefully about the rules of engagement you try to apply

Young children when you’re old enough to read this story

Remember you can be who ever you want to be

Your lives can be varied and active and fun

Not pigeon holed and boring and a military exercise

Sean Benjamin 2007