lioness' pride
I hear men on top of cliffs roaring their names with all their pride.
Looking down upon me like they’re expecting a parade.
While the lioness are out hunting for their prey
So their cubs can be fed another day
I grew up with men always knowing how to love And build intense fires
But the blazing flames that fueled their pride never
lasted long enough to keep a body warm
The woman in my family always maintained this flame
But never sought recognition they knew that as long
As their children were warm, the burn marks upon their skin
Are a medal to their sacrifice
So don’t tell me to lower my feminist voice
When i still hear the cries of women in dark alleys
Don’t tell me to calm myself down when i still see
Little girls putting effort to change their bodies
Don’t tell me to cover up my body when you men roam
These streets looking for an easy prey, whether they
Were covered or uncovered he still will Take off
his shirt by day knowing that last night he had trespassed
A woman's body. Don’t tell me that i need to see that times have
Changed when i still see men creating revolutions
And women only making movements. It is easy to say
That times have changed and that women are in an equal position
But as i step on this platform i feel unbalance because
The surface in which i am standing on is tilted downward
towards my direction.