I am the other
I am the other
Apparently incapable of thought,
A breeder of temptations, sinister ideas and the womb to all of mans evils.
Missing a part that would give me all the power,
A type of eunuch, a lesser man, yes I am the other.
Chromosomes are not xy therefore I am the other.
I and centuries of my sisters suffer from a social disease,
A self inflicted slavery of constricting corsets, sexuality and way of being.
A male dominated society forces me into a submissive state.
Bodies constantly being scrutinized never meeting these standards imposed on us.
Everything needs fixing, anti aging and lifting,
As for the old they are not revered or respected like their male dominators.
A woman's life is like a vacuum,
Always cleaning up messes they didn't create for the men that made them.
I am the other,
Full of maternal instincts,
Strange intuitions.
Worth less than a man,
Worth less than a dog.
Women are object, trophies, and blue ribbons.
Merely decorative and pretty.
Not born a man- I get the consolation prize.
Bearing all the suffering and oppression of the women before me,
I was born with all the power to create.
But none to exercise that will.
Born a woman-
Therefore I am the OTHER
Apparently incapable of thought,
A breeder of temptations, sinister ideas and the womb to all of mans evils.
Missing a part that would give me all the power,
A type of eunuch, a lesser man, yes I am the other.
Chromosomes are not xy therefore I am the other.
I and centuries of my sisters suffer from a social disease,
A self inflicted slavery of constricting corsets, sexuality and way of being.
A male dominated society forces me into a submissive state.
Bodies constantly being scrutinized never meeting these standards imposed on us.
Everything needs fixing, anti aging and lifting,
As for the old they are not revered or respected like their male dominators.
A woman's life is like a vacuum,
Always cleaning up messes they didn't create for the men that made them.
I am the other,
Full of maternal instincts,
Strange intuitions.
Worth less than a man,
Worth less than a dog.
Women are object, trophies, and blue ribbons.
Merely decorative and pretty.
Not born a man- I get the consolation prize.
Bearing all the suffering and oppression of the women before me,
I was born with all the power to create.
But none to exercise that will.
Born a woman-
Therefore I am the OTHER
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