But what about me?
What would it mean,
If I got what I wanted for once?
If you denied him what he wanted?
My dear brother, who has you wrapped,
My dear mother, around his finger.
"He is just a boy," said you.
"He cannot help himself," said you.
"He is our only hope," said you.
"We need him;
Without him we are doomed," said you.
But what about me?
Am I not just a girl?
Am I not able to help myself?
Am I not your hope?
Am I not needed;
Are you not doomed without me?
Why not give me the freedom
To do what I want?
To that you would taunt,
"It is not the same thing for women."
But is it really the same thing for men?
I do not think so,
Men are never ignored
Never overlooked
Never disregarded
Never scoffed at
And never belittled
Hence the reason that my need
To commit crime is stronger than ever
although I might regret it later on.
- bettydorotheamarjorie -
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a letter made from ashes
PoetryThis is a collection of my innermost knife cutting thoughts, my deepest insecurities, my heartbreak, things that I have thought about but never dared say out loud. Things that would normally go in a burn book, things that might hit a chord in you, o...
