A budding writer's collection

Schadenfreude

"I'm a woman!",

Alas, it's not your decision that matters,

O, Misfortunate One

Bourgeois and the Bigoted State,

And Prole Marionettes dancing to their chants

They can tell whether you're a woman or a predator.

Countless nights, you made a drink offering to the Gods,

Salty tears of yours overflowing from the chalice

Countless days, the Sun God prodded you awake,

But no one protected you against the hate and violence

No one truly cared, as those tears smudged your liner,

And the concealer couldn't cover your pain, not anymore.

You were the beacon guiding the fight against prejudice,

You were the loud and brave one,

Who put your foot down and ended the persecution

A community that tasted freedom,

Because you endeavored to bring it home.

Yet, you are witness to a cultural divide,

They go around chanting,

"We are LGB, there is no 'T'"

But you never stopped caring for them,

Despite their betrayal.

Now, the Court of Justice says,

Being a Woman is a birth-right

You can only be one if God made you so

And all around the world,

People with vitriolic voices and incandescent hatred

Celebrate with cigars and champagne,

"It's a win for women everywhere!!"