Walk on me; like I am your welcome mat.
Tell me I'm stupid,
Not worth it.
Control me because
I have hips.
My chest is large,
A curvy figure to be honest.
I create your clothes;
Handle your food, while you,
You selfish creature
Take me for granted;
Use me to create your offspring
And you handle me
Like a child, not of your own,
But your boss' brat.
I have been taught
Throughout generations
That I am ugly but beautiful only
When you want to touch me.
That I am not worthy of your jobs
Or accomplishing what you can accomplish.
That I do not have the right
The right to do the things you do
Or take control of my own life.
That it is ok for you
To call me names and push me down;
To deprive me of my pride,
And then, to impress your so called "God",
You stand before me
With your hand raised;
As if to strike me, one last time,
And say, "All men are created equal."
