Poem by Dorothy Parker

Men

They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
They'll try to make you different;
At once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They'd make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They'd alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.

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