Walls are meant to be broken,
truer words have never been spoken.
I stand and I stare,
and I want and I need,
my arms still stay at my side,
my eyes grow wet with plead.
A desire to be more than a word on a page,
even just a change in font would offstage.
My expression is always blank,
emotionless I comply with whatever you state.
Without motivation I' ll die where I stand,
for I am a woman, and you are a man.