Being a woman, have I been told
That I would not be given choices
I am, rather,
To accept whatever Fate bestows upon me!
From the amount of education that I would be required
To the man who would be sharing my life
Without forgetting, of course, my share of familial responsibility!
Should I make my choices
I would be seen as a loose minded woman
Should I make my choices;
And abide to them
I would be pointed a finger at
I would be seen as one immoral
Lewd, sinful and unethical!
The history of existence on Earth has made it such
We, women, are not to be so submissive anymore
We, women, are to fight for our rights
While knowing that choices are available to us
And that we are free
To say that we are perfect, in our imperfections
To be real
To assume what we are
Why, we, women, we are not dumb statues
Meant to look and seem impeccable at all times!
We, women, are free to choose
While keeping a standard of societal morality!
We, women, know of our limits
We, women, assume our responsibilities!
What we merely desire
Even if we are weaker in kind!
Being a woman, have I to tell the world
Pray, be not so harsh towards us!
We are mere twigs,
Easily broken, easily trampled on, easily turned into dust
We are mere twigs, maybe
But we have the potential to light up fires!