Equality didn't ask you to fight like a man.Yes, we women are constantly dissatisfied, we are our lipsticks, all red in your eyes despite the millions of impactful shades.
Bloodthirsty red for both a job and a date afterwards a promising bed, satin finish to seal a kiss, & maybe even dark blue because you are allowed to be you.
Mauve, rose, & peaches; we foreshadow endings in each undertone, piercing softly with the elegance of our time blessed blades.
Confusing you for the better, covering up the parts that matter, with a cheeky tendency to over complicate.
Those whom are backwards thump their bare chests like our primal origins,
While the slightest reveal of our delicate bloom puts them to knees, curls them in sins.
We daughters resemble mothers regardless of our forms, ever so capable in brewing storms.
Equality didn't ask you to fight like a man.
How does one benefit from keeping an expired sense of masculinity,
while gone are the days of heartwarmingly picturesque chivalry?
We knock on doors for a conversation, but some doors just won't budge.
We want equality not for ourselves, so that even men can break without looking weak,
A promise that none shall judge.
Equality didn’t ask you to fight like a man.
We women are not of the reckless forest fire they are, we slowly engulf, drowning you, in a tsunami.
Though we can wreck havoc, we cradle all in our care, fit and flow wherever we want calmly.
We tuck sinking ships and treasures away from the burns of his reach, &
Our every step gleams in the mystery of a magician ever so rookie.
We don’t succumb but we also shouldn't wail like ransacked banshees on and on about our misery.
We are women, we should not rip ourselves wide open -
Over shared for cheap like an air filled bag of potato chips in a party.
Don’t blow your ancestors’ cover, of batik & carefully tailored kebaya,
They too have always been fighting for all that is unfair
They let them dig & let them mine, but know who's in control...
He'd always scour for more since there is more to us that will never be theirs
We are made of every gem & priceless chemical compositions of our own, unique genetics heired
A sacred temple that stands tall of indescribable colors only labeled as your name,
ready to shelter all the wounded hearts that would fall.
And bid goodbye to those who have tried but will never shatter you,
Fight like the woman you are till all is flushed and smeared by the shade love
Instead of our history of bloodshed that taints an ocean worth of morose blue.
