Drops of Moonlit Sadness

The Weaker Species

I may not ever be able to lift those weights the way your

buffed up body can, nor could I last longer in a fight

without having the same lethal force behind every one of my

punches. But I've spent a thousand years honing the muscles in

my mind darling, a thousand years of suppressed emotions

building up inside me. Under your rule, I was deemed as the weaker

species and yet here I am, after all this time still holding my ground.

I've shed a million tears under the tyranny of your insecurities, taking

every good with bad, being used, being insignificant, being nothing more

than a soft cushion for you to lean back on when you're done with showcasing

your masculinity.

But the time has finally come now. Watch me as I lift the burdens of this dark

world with the sheer force of my will and watch me as I step onto the stool

carved with the innumerable sacrifices made by my sisters throughout history

and watch me love, as I finally climb to your height.

In the light of this poem, I have a question for you guys. What would be your definition of equality between men and women? For me, equality means relieving the societal pressure off of girls, especially in my part of the world and having the freedom to follow my heart without having to worry about how the society would see it.

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