The Faux Woman's Role

Faux. That’s what it has been all along.

Weak, Strong, Sweet, Wrong. Sheet over my eyes.

Won’t let me see the lies.

Want to deny, but I never defy.

You expect me to let you correct me?

Respect? No! Dignity of my own? No!

You just put on a show for all your friends

And that’s the end of it; Well, maybe your end…

I still lend a hand to my eyes

As tears come, I can’t say why.

Because I’m expected to be corrected, expected to deny!

But that’s enough. I said “That’s ENOUGH!”

I’ve been pushed and pulled and shoved, but never

truly loved

Never truly appreciated, but now’s my time

I can find my own life, my own rights

Right down to the fight of my life; The Suffrage.

Get enough leverage to cause severance from the kind

The kind that expects me to deny and never defy

Change the minds of those who created the lies

Say that my only strength is that I am weak

I am NOT meek!

To find the strength to be something more

than a doormat

“Can I hold your hat? Coat? Zip your pants

before you go?”

I don’t need this, that’s all I know

But that’s the way it is. That’s what it’s been.

All along.

Faux.