shards

20.0 unequal

it's in the mornings when it hits me hardest.

a cold brick hitting my chest

the burning sun - there is no rest

you know that moment when it all makes sense

but it doesn't.

not to me, not to her.

hello, hello, this is our world.

wake up, wake up,

open your eyes,

stop trying to hide

your lying faces, the angry sneers,

the things you say that bring us to tears.

we are women not toys

we don't sneak around with boys

for their own pleasure,

as their treasure,

i'm at the end of my tether.

are you listening?

do you care?

i'm a woman and you're a bear -

you sneak and growl and i am your prey

i am the one you somehow hate.

but don't.

it's in the mornings when it hits me hardest

that we are the same and not

that we are all human

but only in part.

we are divided and you drew the line.

you drew the line,

taking your time,

while we pretended that everything was fine,

that we weren't dying inside

with every punch and every word

and you could've heard

but you didn't.

you didn't because you don't care.

and you don't care because you are better

and stronger

and wiser

and bigger

and i am small and weak and dumb and meek.

i go out to the shops and don't come back for a week.

man, this isn't a game.

last time i checked, we were all the same.

but that’s the world i suppose.

that’s this place that we call home

and it won't change unless we do -

unless you do,

unless someone

does something to make society fair,

to make the world equal

to make this harsh reality

nothing but a dream

for those who are never seen.