Week Seven. #17.

a hymn for freedom.

once upon a time women spent days alone

waiting on their husbands muting any moan

they desired to be more than just a mere toy

brains and logic waiting eager to employ

they fought, rampaged, protested for a better life

although still were downgraded into the "futile wife"

girls gained the education fought relentlessly for

finally had been granted the wings to soar

although struggles have transcended time

"like a girl" are stereotypes we have to climb

being abused for our bodies is a tragedy we face

equality is an object we are still set fourth to trace

now the expectation of society has taken its toll

we use makeup to fill the cracks of the soul

gulping acrid wine to intoxicate us with unorthodox ecstasy

as relief following achieving fictitious destiny

yet the dark cannot extinguish our timeless fire

our millions of voices merge into one universal choir

through oppression we still stand

woman to woman hand in hand

silence can not suppress our cries

fear can no longer imprint lives

we will dance amongst flames

and be the eye of the hurricane

oh boy, we are not done yet

surrender your pride and mindset

convict your prejudice and outlook

life is not your desired storybook

and don't say you didn't already know

women always have been the stars of the show

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