Man has the power of rebuttal.
She says something sharp,
And he brings out a larger, more daggering knife.
A machete is more like it.
Her measly picker knife cannot compare.
Man has the power of showboating.
She brings forth an endearing comment,
And he comes forth with a gun.
Like a machine gun, he blasts away,
Leaving her to breathe in the dust.
Man has the ability to capture.
She tries wrapping her arms around a concept,
And he brings out a net made for a whale.
She tries stretching out her orb,
But man uses his mouth as a way to vanquish her.
Women try climbing up the ladder.
We still kick and scream,
Letting the world know we ought to win.
Not that we can win.
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We Can Win
PoetryThese are poems I created while still in college. Sociology being one of my passions of mine. I consider myself a forever student. The title poem was influenced by a Gender Studies course, one with a cross-cultural perspective. Learning about the...
