Why do men believe they are superior?

That they go through more than we do

They don't know the struggles we face

Why do they pretend that everything is a first-place race?

If we go through something, they tell us they have it worse

Sometimes I believe being a woman is a curse

A female is always haunted by the stuff she hears

The tales of male both far and near

Innocence is like a fragile bloom

In a world where darkness looms

She walks the path with a wary in every stride

Scared of what the shadow hides

She hears things that hurt and takes it with grace

Hiding the truth of fear behind her face

Her voice, a whisper, choked by dread,

In that moment she wishes, she truly wishes, she was dead

The pictures that the magazines show us

As the pressure of society surrounds us

A cruel world shows us an unattainable dream

When we don't look like that, it makes us want to scream

The mirror becomes our biggest fear acting like a judge and jury

Casting shadows on our worth in a cruel fury

We don't realise that our beauty isn't skin deep, it's hidden in our soul

Our kindness and patience are truly what makes a woman whole.