A broken society tells the ladies,
That’s it’s okay to be a tomboy,
Just not too masculine,
When they look rough around the edges,
they need to mask it with mascara,
Fill their wrinkles in with collagen,
A broken society says that,
Femininity is pretty much based on what the eye can see,
It spews hypocrisy,
It says,
Be the toughest woman in the room,
Who can push a human out of her womb,
And work 40 hours a week,
Come home and prepare a meal,
Wear this hair, bra and makeup,
But make sure you look “real”,
please your man,
Here’s some waterproof mascara,
For when you get sad,
If you get raped or sexually assaulted,
You better say something right away,
And make sure it’s convincing,
Don’t stutter or choke,
God forbid you’re scared for years,
Because by that time your "MeToo" is just a joke,
A broken society says,
Women can do anything they want,
Just don’t forget to shave,
Don’t forget to pluck,
Don’t forget to always look your absolute best,
A broken society says,
What took so long for you to get dressed,
What took so long for you to get married,
You won’t know love until you’ve carried,
A baby,
A precious baby girl,
A broken society says she can be anything,
She’s a well of potential and joy,
And the world will give a plastic baby to her,
To play with as a toy.
Scribbled poems And Thoughts. I love, Romance, eroticism, I adore passion . Either we burn Or we never light Those matches.
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Friday, June 19, 2020
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