My heart may follow the beat of your drum
And you might want me to play dumb
You may never realize how intelligent I am
And maybe you like to imagine that I am really less than
Because men like you
Think that all women are see-through
With handbags readily packed
And daily highlights that including sharing the latest life hack
So open your eyes
And maybe you will see past our carefully calculated disguise
For if I were to be myself
You would immediately place me on the intimidating shelf
So you may think our brains aren't fully trained
But it is actually your fault that we have refrained
But no more, for you have already lost the war
Women are much more than what you rate
And we will no longer stand for your hate.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
