Will they ever be alongside me, or me alongside them?

 

Striving to create positive terms as these beats and words churn within me like butter.

Viscous.

Velvety.

The only thing to do with this dairy delight is to spread it,

upon the bread of female stance.

 

See, at a glance,

"This is a man's world",

but what would  there be,

"without a woman or a girl"?

 

No longer will we spread our thighs on beds of lies.

No longer will we be penetrated by anyone we do not choose,

and we will not lose the battle against the rape of our rights.

 

Fuck pleasantry, etiquette, and delicate approaches.

While his law encroaches on our homes and careers,

born of his own insecurities, and fears.

 

Women died.

For our presence to be seen and heard.

 

If I was bred in those days,

would I?

Throw myself under a horse?

Of course, I would want to speak out.

No doubt,

but could I?

 

Cobbled streets, smog, and a fog of vast influence stood upon a soap box.

Can a white rabbit out-smart a sly fox?

 

Apparently!

 

Thus, this courage we inherit.

 

As women, we bear the weight of oppression heavily, so please believe us when we say,

we will not let today or tomorrow pass without recognition of the fact,

that our voice is equal!

 

We are the sequel to generations of liberation.

The colossal force of feminism.

 

Sisters, like me and like you.

Built a grand stage for us to express

our love, our rage, on mic or page.

So remember this.

 

YOU ARE BORN TO GREATNESS.