The drunk man in the bar
slurs that women are jewels,
capable of giving tender love.

The men we kept as company
could never understand us.

The drunk man in the bar
warns us to only act out of love,
never out of anger.

How about when we’re out of love?
How long will we last?

If women are jewels,
we have already been put
under immense pressure.

Pressure is how we learned
to become precious.

Anymore and we will crumble.


Or maybe we will explode.