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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.

 

 

  • Author: jp (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 10th, 2022 21:18
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 20
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  • L. B. Mek

    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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