A Woman’s Woes in a Patriarchy
Like a river, I flow with grace, Through the currents of a man’s world, I pace, Where the tides of misogyny, I often face. Like a delicate flower, I blossom and grow, But my beauty is often overlooked and low, In a world where a man’s voice is the only one that can glow. I am the earth that nurtures and gives, But my worth is judged by my curves and the way I live, In a society where a woman’s voice is only heard when she screams and shivs….
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