The corporate men were sitting at a table
Talking about how to use social media
To bring more youths to their ‘business’
Yet locking out all the women
I rolled my eyes but thought yes,
Yes, that would happen here
There are many brainwashed men here
By politics and political churches
And young women are told to be silent
And subservient to the men
Yet many would go into science
Be excellent scientists, if you will
Dragged by their parents against their will
Become an engineer until you have babies
Then throw your degrees out with the diapers
Learn how to make a juicy pot roast
Where the meat falls apart like your dreams
Yes, you are smart but you’re a mother now
Yet the tides are turning at the edges now
They don’t want to be the servants
They want to become the goddesses
They want their careers without the kids
They want to serve more than the men
And the brainwashed men don’t understand
Until they are empty, they will then understand
When all that is left is ego and martinis
They will bemoan and be told, “We told you so,
Women are not to be trusted, but subdued”
And the next rape will come and the next
Until the women rise and say “Enough!”
We’re tired of not being pretty enough
We’re tired of not being good enough
We’re tired of playing by your rules:
Be the Mother and then be a sex object
Come with us or go without, either way
We’re not walking down this road again
You shoot us in the classrooms again
You run us over with cars again
You throw bombs in concerts again
You drop bombs in cities again
And what purpose does that serve?
Hide your body in your clothes, you say
Don’t show your shoulders in school, you say
Don’t bare your soul to the world
By mountain and field you rape the world
And leave us in hills of trash
Buy the makeup, buy the heels, buy the dress
But don’t blame us for pinning you down
Because corporate men will put you down
Boys will be boys–and assault you again
Until you rise up and show some free will
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© 2018 Valerie Hathaway
Valerie Hathaway is a middle-aged disabled veteran. She writes poems about mental illness, body positivity, and the transition into midlife and beyond. She is currently posting her work at www.utawena.com and on her Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/vahathaway/). She is also writing a book of poems concerning middle age. She is a Creative Writing major at Sinclair Community College in Dayton, Ohio.
This is fire 🔥💛
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Say it sister!!
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I love those words your feelings and the bland truth of our society 👍
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