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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