Stand tall,
shoulders back,
be a lady,
don’t fight back,
don’t sing the song sung a million times
by other women, most half your size,
that song sung for justice
that claims not to be needed
by the pretty girls,
rich and conceited.
They have it easy,
the world laughs,
they don’t have hardships that don’t pass.
Sure, they have issues,
but who are they to be fighting back?
When their lives are so much better than the rest pack’s?
We hunt for food like wild animals,
while they sit in their rooms and think the world is tangible.
Our society claims to crumble around them
while they just sit pretty and look thin.
But what if our society was wrong?
And those little girls had feelings?
That would change the way we saw things
and make us realize what we were doing;
putting the next generation of strong women down
doesn’t matter if their white or brown
Rich or poor,
they’ll always beg for more.
We raised them like that,
instead of raising them to fight back
like we should’ve done,
instead of holding them at the end of a gun.
Where they gonna run?
They know they can’t make it on their own.
Even if they like being left alone,
they know they can’t fend for themselves,
cause they’ve got sweat drippin’ from their bodies like they’ve been to hell.
So do tell, please tell,
what are they supposed to do when they’re running from hell?
Will they look up to their parents and their wealth
the only people concerned with their mental health?
Or will they go unnoticed, lost in the pack
because nobody cares if their back.
No one noticed when they left,
and the world’s still just as cleft.
Comments1
thank you for sharing
these worded, outpouring
of infuriated, desperation
I dream of a day
when such words of veracity
won't be needed
let alone, ignored!!!
(So, so Powerful
so So, much insight
so Truthful, it's Ignored
by those who preach
Humanity's flaws
were born of Pandora's box
or an Eve that was subjected
to entrapment, measures
while
Eris and Apate
are loathed for being Goddesses
of discord and deceit..
Where as Korons and Ouranos
are lauded for their power
and
Cain's crimes, of introducing murder
to our mythical world
is forgotten, mentioned only
aside his brother
as a tale to learn form..
but Eve and Pandora
no, they're vilified at every turn
and all the little girls
fawned over for their
looks
from birth, are suddenly
after a certain birthday party
now
just another symbol, of Pandora and Eve
and then, those deluded zealot's
have the temerity
to ask, Gai and mother Mary
for mercy...
ahhh! fck
its hard, sometimes
to look at my nieces and not cry
thinking of all the strife
our accursed society
has waiting for them..)
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