How shall I be
One of the great I see
In a world of “men”
Where I am a woman
How shall I wreath kindness
When unhappiness
Is all that flourishes
And “you can’t do this”
How shall I succeed
If thoughts of “I’m just a woman” exceed When there were best of mine
In the worst of times
How shall I be free
From the chains of patriarchy
And the words of despondence
And not getting a chance
How is the world so loathing?
How is it so derogating?
But the sun still shines bright in the morning
And hopes still last in minds of the dreaming.
How do I know despise is real?
When the bountiful nature is so ethereal
When the chirp of the birds awakes
How can I believe someone hates?
How can I see myself as not a woman But a person
How can I stop them differences
In my own mind
