They laugh at us. We see that.
They mock us. We see that.
They stare at us. we see that.
They film us. And surprise, surprise: we see that.
We’re angry and they see it.
But what is it that we’re trying to convey?
Why we’re finally ready to admit that we don’t want to submit.

We are finally walking through the bridge that is leading us to equality.
We’re just asking for less hostility.
And no, equality does not mean that you can hit us too.
Don’t you think that maybe there’s something wrong with that? With you?
We’re not asking you to stop holding doors for us,
We’re not asking you to stop being a ‘gentleman’ -
We’re not trying to make a big fuss.

We just want you to be aware of the injustice.
So, stop thinking that my friend’s fate is to become a receptionist - is that justice?
But maybe I’m wrong, nay, we’re wrong. We?
The babies, the boys, the girls, the men, the women, the society - are we free?
It’s all just arbitrary, isn’t it?
This is some crazy moral relativity conundrum, so why is it that we’re tiring to fight for this thing called equality?
Well, anyways, we’re finally ready to admit that we’re fed up of having to submit.