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Jan 2021
I wear suits and ties,
I speak a few lies.
They call me a spokesman
Yet I am a woman.

I capture beautiful shots,
Of birds and bees and moths.
They call me a cameraman,
Yet I am a woman.

Countless guns and killings too,
I shoot my prey with only a few.
They call me a gunsman,
Yet I am a woman.

I catch politicians and bad guys,
Put them behind bars for countless lies.
They call me a policeman,
Yet I am a woman.

I give you pointless advice,
On products I advertise.
They call me a salesman,
Yet I am a woman.

I distinguish high flames,
Save your cat and your frames.
They call me a fireman,
Yet I am a woman.

We are talented, we are strong,
Can change a tyre and win at beer pong.
Stop condescending with your so-called power,
We're built like iron not a delicate flower.
Written by
Tamia Pillay
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