Women…

You are the mother of all who live and those who’s gone.
Created at the same time but always number two and pushed aside.
Dressed in beauty and undressed in secret thoughts.
Dressed to hide the beauty, the rules of oppressors, for your own sake.

Subject to a paradigm you do not know and for reasons created in the man’s jealous mind.
All too often just a figure in the home that should stay there and if, always with someone of your own gender.
Undressed to satisfy the desire of hungry eyes.
Dressed like a Madonna or a hooker depending on the eyes of the viewer.

Dress as you please and let everyone know you are not lesser than a man.
Dress up as you wish and not what others tell you to do.
Undressed, you will always be the most beautiful weapon.
Dressed up you will always be the subject of the male idea of conquests.

You are still the mother to all who are born on this earth.
Created of the same as the man who took the seat in front of you.
Dressed to please the man’s tastes and thoughts.
Dressed in beauty, you were tucked away in secret hidings

During the course of history you were deprived of your humanity.
Too often overlooked when opinions should be told and weighted.
Undressed, to remove your dignity and your value and sometimes to raise to praise.
Dressed like a Madonna or whores created in a man’s sick imagination.

Dress as you like and let everyone know you’re the same as men.
Dress your self up and show the world the requires of you and who you are.
Undressed, you will always be the most beautiful among the creatures of the Earth.
Dressed you will always be the subject of the man’s ambiguous opinions.

The sum of all men’s fear calculated into the sum of what we can loose.
Dress up in the dress you love.
Undressed you women are the reason of warfare.
Dressed as well as you like and I know and I bow to your power.