We live in a society Is a weak excuse for and an incompetent summary Of our sad and broken world.
A world where women Are prudish for being modest And ***** for being anything more Are objectified and criticized For being fat, skinny, smart, stupid, shy, bold, brave, cowardly And so much more.
A world where men Are so afraid of being weak We lie to ourselves and each other. The worst men are not the weak ones, But those who fear the power of Women who stand up for themselves. These men will tell you that you are wrong That women are objects to be judged And that they need to be controlled.
A world where I Want to scream that women Are not flawed for the way they look or act That the world is flawed for judging them A woman is not an object, Not a beautiful flower or precious pearl, But a human being.
A world where I Want men to understand That standing up for women Is strength and not weakness. And that admitting weakness Does not make you less of a man, It makes you human.
I do not pretend to be better Or know more than you I am just so tired of hearing We live in a society.
I have always hated when people blamed "society" for the way the world is and I suppose this is why I wrote this poem.