My Sooty Dilemma 

I stand amid a chaotic revolution
The likes of me are charging forward
There is blood boiling in their eyes
And anger spitting from their vocals

Confused I stand just there, not moving a bit
Waiting for an answer that is lost somewhere
I meet disgusted frowns from my fellow mates
All looking down upon me for my ‘timidity’

‘My group’ charges at the enemy
Fighting for their rights and equality
Speechless I am as I overhear their slogan,
“We can compete and beat you at your game”

I witness the nasty fight from a distance
Standing lost in my own chain of thoughts
The sooty ruins from destruction are widespread
Hiding answers to questions that engulf me now

I wonder why women are fighting to do what men can do
Weren’t we made to do everything that men can’t do?

 

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