Why can’t a woman be a man?
And why can’t a man be a woman?
Generations have passed and nothing is subdued.
The hysteria of the man and woman are often abused.
Filial piety with a mixture of benevolence are different between the two.
Where one’s power is lower than the other too.
Her heart beats…
The verbal abuse is repeated between the crevices of her ears.
Her breath has shortened and her weary arms have tears
Sirens are blaring, but her heart had ruptured in the midst
Blood has reached her eyes, but words are often dismissed
Hope is gone, he had gone too far.
The succinct patterns of hysteria and the living realm of mystery
The captivation of truth within a truth, yet the truth is a history
The portrayal of a soft and submissive scene
With a young girl half-naked and lean
She can only wander and look, she is called to be humble and is cast aside
If she is a hedonist, she will be mistreated and thrown in the realms of the tide
Where there is only torture and no escapement.
Everything is worn
Her hair is torn
The tattoos symbols stuck
Because she no longer have any luck.
Love is a slight glimpse- an oversight
To be loved or to not be loved
To feel pain or to not feel pain
Loving the same gender is revolved in love
Displayed as Cinderella and viewed as a Villain
Society will never form a direct conclusion.
She has to be Aphrodite with a knowledge of zero
And if she were to be dressed like a man and speak like a man
Then let the dogs of Cerberus redeem her.
Only young, enchanting, and obedient girls may seek an opportunity…
An opportunity of the future and an opportunity to become ostentatious.
She cheerfully embraces her husband,
Knowing that everyday she is drowning in depths of the household.
Lust and desires from men.
The fragile body of woman is caressed without withdrawal
Screams are unheard through the four-dimensions of the wall.
Soon maids will renew their throne and banish all lustful men
A man abusing his privilege
A man defined as strong and power is stoicism
While a warrior carrying weight on his shoulders is heroism.
A box should be banned from the man
Relaying the tears from within
Erasing the anguish from within
Cry, cry, cry, subconscious speaks
Losing the manhood is not from crying
Hurting a gentle soul is unbearable.
Woman’s are self-deprived species
Used as an object and a tool of leisures
A child-bearer and an unemployed mother,
Not given a chance asunder.
Roaming through the gardens and fields from sunrise
Collecting herbs to sunset
The patriarchal paradigm never stops
Being told of what to wear
Being told of how much to eat.
Be fat to bear the children’s
Be skinny to attract men
Be loving to be loved
Woman are dogs
Always tamed, but never can be disobedient.
The instigator must be her
Is an instigator?
Then she should not mourn when inflicted upon.
Power began to rise for women…
The renewal of rights have been augmented
Willing to hurt those who hurt them
Annihilating them from their lives.
A path to freedom,
A path where all sisterhood can sublime,
Breaking away from society
And live without femininity.