When life is too much and I see injustice
I'm supposed to sit quiet and stare.
As a woman, I can't speak too loudly on subjects
Because passion could show that i care
And caring is vulnerability,
Weakness that disqualifies easily,
And takes away merit of you thinking reasonably.
So when silence becomes the void that you drown in because you aren't able to speak,
I let these tears flow and fill this frustrated river more
After all, I am already weak.