We have always been under the boot of men,
Giving them support till the end.
Even if we are treated like rugs,
We smile and hide our emotions in hugs.
We were raised in a world of cultural bias,
Leaving men with the highest.
Our voice is soft to calm and please,
But men are the hardest to appease.
We act unsure and not too bold,
Though men are blunt and can be cold.
Women can work above the rest,
yet men are still considered the best.
A man with women on his arms,
It's a compliment and does not harm.
She, the one at his side,
A whore, a crook along for the ride.
Women can stand as tall as men,
But are always pushed down or made to bend.
This plight, this fight must end soon,
for it will bring our unfortunate doom.
This balance is unjust and unfair,
So women, lets make them care.