A Book Of Rhyme, Rhythm, And Time

The Truth About Girls

We rage on inequality

We parade and march for feminism

Women are men

Men are women

We're one and the same

It's what we say

We should be treated the same

One size fits all

But this ain't right

Girls were made for more

Girls weren't made to be the dominant

The raging passion and leader of the family

Call me classic

Call me plain

But that's the way girls ought be.

A girl's got to care about her issues

A girl's got to be smart

But a girl doesn't need to be lacking heart.

Girls are made for emotion

Girls are made to feel

So women, women, cry and weep

Laugh and grin

Rejoice in your soul, blessed to feel.

Someone's got to be the prize

The object of affections

Someone's got to motivate the boys

To go on winning

Winning the bread

Winning their games

Giving honor to a girl's name.

Someone's got to balance out his nature

Combat his wild with her tame

Combat his immaturity with ageless wisdom.

Someone's got to care

About the way she looks

Someone's got to stand by his side

Be tough and demanding

But fragile, issues aside.

Someone's got to comfort him when he's broken

By being vulnerable herself

Someone's got to know

What it's like to be misunderstood.

Someone's got to take pride in her gifts,

The sacred womb,

The ultimate privilege of life.

Someone's got to take pride in the family

Bring an element of the serene and stability

Call me cliché,

Say that this is stereotype

But this is what a woman ought be like.

A man is proud,

Bordering on arrogant,

A man is oblivious

Can't see so clearly what someone feels.

A man is wild,

Needing to have a home, and a steady partner.

A man is dominant,

Even if it appears differently at first.

A man needs to be in control,

Because that's how a household's meant to be.

I'm not a feminist,

But I value my rights.

I don't believe in gender equality,

Because it's not in nature's intention.

A woman's place is to first be a home,

The mother and the wife,

The companion through all strife.

We have gifts for pride,

We have talents and understanding

Unrivaled by any other kind.

We are chased and sought after,

We see things from a whole new perspective.

But we're nothing like the men in the world

So why make all this ado?

The radical differences don't drive our species apart,

Man and woman compliment each other,

Black and white,

Heart to heart.

There are holes in a boy only a girl can fill

And she's got to learn to trust

By trusting him to in turn refill the gaps

Left in her own being.

Girls aren't perfect.

We aren't the end-all solution.

We're flawed and broken—it's what makes us human.

I beg of you to see it so,

The ways we're different

Incomparable.

We're similar in the aesthetical,

But deeper within,

Deeper still,

One could see,

Perfectly,

How our souls sing different songs,

Man the melody,

And woman, the harmony.

Together our tune

Is so beyond beautiful

Both parts distinctive in their talent,

But both parts of the whole.

It takes trust

To fall into the idea of his protection

It takes vulnerability

To be vulnerable

But this is the way love is,

This is God's magnum opus,

His greatest work

The creation of perfect unity.