Men think they are great.
They know they have strength,
Engraved cultures and perception of society come to their aid.
Even religions hold them higher then her.
Men think women are less,
Even when from women comes men.
Months of burden and stolen health,
Excrutiating hours of pain when their flesh are torn apart and become another.
Men think they have the power,
Every second when they place red hand-prints on her soft flesh.
She cries pouring her soul and covering her purple skin in shame,
While he laughs and boasts in pride.
Men think they are always right,
Even as they lie on top of her and violate her,
Yet they argue it is not rape.
And when she tries to defend herself, she is stoned and ridiculed.
If so then, let anyone who is drowning be drowned,
Anyone dying let them die.
Men think they are God,
Making her feel that being born as a woman is a curse.
And when she demands to sit on the same chair as his,
Be treated like him.
She is taunted and mocked,
Humiliated and jeered at.
This is the world.
The world we live in.
