Draw Me a Person by Kate Couriel --- Draw me a person, draw me a leader, draw me a hero, a saviour, a god. How about draw me a doctor, draw me a CEO, billionaire Wait, have you drawn a woman yet? Draw me a primary school teacher, a carer, a nurse, or a cleaner A stay-at-home partner, a love interest Helpless, lip-biting, giggling, chest to undress The people you're drawing, are they still men? "What do you do for work?" "Do you have kids?" "What a good boss he is!" "Jesus, she's bossy" "It's overreaction," "It's passion, he carеs" "Crazy, controlling," "Protective", it's all becausе he is the default, she is the afterthought. He's who you think of, she's whatever's left. "What did he say in the meeting?" I cringe as you say it; the word "he" just slips out, a symptom, a sign. Could blink and you'd miss it, but inside the cartridge is spilling: you picture a man in your mind. Shouldn't the drawing be stopped as a child? Before the pen spits out imprints of crime. Ink is much harder to clean once it's dried. "What do you do for work?" "Do you have kids?" "What a good boss he is!" "Jesus, she's bossy" "It's overreaction," "It's passion, he carеs" "Crazy, controlling," "Protective", it's all becausе he is the default, she is the afterthought. He's who you think of, she's whatever's left. And still we say we didn't alter the life that she lived. Draw me a parent, I think that we did... We did... Draw me a person, draw me a leader. Draw me a God, draw me a boss. Draw me a partner, draw me a lover. Draw me a parent, draw me a woman. Draw me a woman, draw me a woman. Draw me a woman, draw me a woman. Draw me a woman, draw me a woman. Draw me a person.
