And It Was All Me

the bird

Being a boy is freedom
Its the lack of judgement for your every step
But as a woman the jury is the entire world writing you off as a violent criminal for voicing an opinion of your own
Because when you are a woman, your life is never yours, its your fathers pride a badge of honor he wears in public and vows to protect but all he does is scream violent words
Its the love of your mom, but all this love does is point you as the reason for her miseries
And its your husbands, because what if he wants kids or hates the way you cover up
At the end of the day i am expected to put the need of others over mine
So i choose to let go of my title
I am me, nothing but me