Bleeding once a month
to possess the possibilty
of harboring life inside our body
Suffering from headaches
caused by hitting our heads on the
glass ceiling
so we can cry to get our way
Being subject to words such as
slut, whore, skank
which there is no male equivalent
so we can lead men around by a leash
wrapped around their penis
unless we're gettin raped
accused of having PMS
everytime we're not flat line
just so we can show emotion
without being ashamed
Furious of being called
the weaker sex and coddled to disgrace
in turn
letting other's fight for us
when we're just too tired
or preoccupied
Settling for the background
living in shadows
pulling strings
and avoiding sun burn
We'll all find our place
find our way
to surivive
within the confines
Birth sign: Gemini
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