We are women.

We are the woe of men

We may not have been taught to fight,

But we do know how to survive.

Who do they think they are?

Half of them don’t know how to make anything other than steak.

But they still feel the need to tell us when the food we make for them tastes bad.

Just be grateful it’s not laced with the poison you have fed our daughters for centuries.

You say that the system is fair as you tip the scale to go your way.

You tell us to speak with your hands so far down our throats that we can’t even breathe.

You tell us to stand with your foot on our necks.

We are not some roach you can smash down.

You can try though.
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You’ll find a hundred more in your kitchen drawer.

Writer's Statement: ​A poem about women empowerment. The world we live in may try to break us down, but we are strong, and we are many.