it's hard to be a woman—
either you're too ******
or you're too fake,
either you're unattractive
or you're a *****
attracting starving men left and right,
either you're trying so hard to be smart
or you're too dumb to still want
to be a puppet
always in the men's beck and call.
you can't talk too much,
you shouldn't have opinions
against the misogynists
against the bigots,
'cause you're supposed to laugh
at other women's misfortunes
—that way—
you'll shine brighter.
you're supposed to celebrate
the misfortunes of the underprivileged,
—that way—
it's easier to climb higher
and have your place behind
the patriarch,
the dictator.
even if people are feeding you the truth,
you must not swallow it
'cause it harms a man's ego
it's better to be deaf
from the pleas of other women,
from the pleas of the children
who don't have enough food,
from the deafening silence
of the oppressed media,
from the romanticization
of poverty and resilience and heroism,
disguising the disgusting world
of patriarchy and capitalism.
my ******* salutes you who is a woman
yet blurts out that it's the woman's fault
that she's *****,
that she's sexually harassed,
that she was treated as an object,
that she opened her mouth,
only to be silenced with a bullet on her skull;
'cause you should just go **** yourself if ever—
your internalized misogyny
is polluting the already decaying society
with the way you think,
the way you act,
the way you "encourage" people,
and just the way you live
to have a woman like you
is such a waste of effort
of the millennium
women like you spent fighting for their rights,
just go slave yourself away;
i hope you realize
you're a shame
of hundreds of years,
of courage,
of voice,
of persuasion,
of a woman.
so better ask yourself:
are you proud of the woman
that you are?
can other women be proud
of the woman you turned out to be?