She's got something,
Very promising,
Don't be close-minded,
For you must see for yourself.
You believe,
She'll be relieved,
But don't think
She'll be bowing to a boy,
Being rendered a toy,
You'll be bitten before you blink.
You boy, full of ego,
Thinking she's an object,
A title she rejects,
Don't you even say item,
She'll tear out your brain stem.
You come with a ring,
What a proposal
Instantly receiving refusal,
Your pride getting a sting.
What you call sass
Is what gives her class,
Only good guys can pass,
For equality makes love last.
She may seek a guy,
But one acknowledging
Her personhood,
With her words she can live by,
So sad you can't supply
Her happiness,
Not that she'll be silenced.
No one defines her,
Not a single person,
She won't call anyone sir,
For she can take care of herself,
Better than you do yourself
In the 9 months carrying a baby.
She lives without a husband,
You see her doing it now,
Why don't you bow
Instead or face her wrath?
Mess with this woman,
Turn her a slave to your will,
Reduce her to countless cries,
But still, she shall rise.
She's got something,
Very promising,
Haven't figured it out?
See for yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Sliver of Hope
Poetry[Poetry] Emotional poetry that cuts deep into your soul. Usually dark but with a hopeful finish. Circa 2016-2018
