Double standards
Fluctuate the mind.
Double standards
Keep us confined.
They tell us don’t cross the line.
They tell us everything is fine.
But we all know it’s a lie.
But conform, because society defines these supposed grey lines.
Making Carbon copies.
With plastered make-up.
It’s all about mr and ms dress up.
After all.
But it doesn’t fully hide what’s truly going on.
As it’s just a band aid to cover scars.
To cover up our pain.
To cover up our shame.
And these standards have truly distorted what a women should be.
Crooked ballerina’s,
All thinking they’re too broken to ever be repaired.
Thinking that they aren’t worth it.
But yet still chasing after that,
Diluted American Dream.
Where silver and gold can make everything ok.
Yet those who have it know that is a lie.
But yet still climb ladders,
Just to fall on one’s face.
Is it pride?
Or desperation?
Beauty standards sure defeat one’s confidence.
And fixed systems separate genders.
Not just in monetary terms but also sexist ones.
Don’t play with cars that’s for boys.
Stick to dolls.
Stick to house work.
Stick to...
You know what?
**** that *******!
For without women, men couldn’t keep being born.
For without women empathy would be dead.
And dictatorship would reign.
Without women,
I would be a orphan.
Because a woman raised this man.
And yes sometimes I fail to always see my privilege.
To not worry walking home at night.
To not worry about going out for drinks.
And I’m sorry for not listening your side of the story.
And I’m sorry that my gender objectifies you.
But I’ll stand by you.
Defend you and support you.
For untied we stand and divided we fall.