There once was a little girl, she had long hair and big eyes; and she loved to play outside in the dirt. When she was six her mother told her to go inside and play with the dolls, that she would get hurt playing outside. She was taught that her job was to take care of a family and raise children of her own one day; she was taught that the world was not a place for her. Despite the instilling of this message in many girls, few managed to speak out against it; one of these few was Sylvia Plath. In Sylvia Plath’s work her emotions are so deeply rooted and so resistant to authority that she is often perceived as pompous. Perhaps being born a woman was part of the exceptional rasp of her nature, a woman whose stack of duties was laid over the ground
