I am woman, a woman sourced from another woman

I am an equal to my brother, but another decides differently

Hints of passion are mistaken for lust

My trust issues have a founding father, but I’d rather not mention their name

The patriarchy preceded me, but my intelligence supersedes me

They try to get in between my personality and looks

Books, I use to fill my thoughts, but I’m brought to shame if I express a view

A renewed interest in a man is scorned at by the masses, should it come twice annually or more

A whore they make of them, they pit us against one another

A sister, an ally is hard to find. Mind you, are we honestly to blame, not our founding fathers?

What about the women who serve them, the handmaids if you will

A dystopian society, a shade of equality could do with some sunshine

Atwood had a point in her words which she varnished with extinguishable properties

Are we the same? Do we share a dialect or do we contradict our name?

Womanhood, strength, tenacity and beauty

Purity we must sustain, violence we dare not name.

A goldmine of mistrust, misandry will prevail

Should the men in hiding choose not to tell our tale.

I wail and weep, as the chauvinism seeps into our brains

Poisoning our attitude towards others with our common name

So I say with pride, I am a woman sourced from another woman

I will not bow my head in shame.

I will not maim you in my fathers name.