77 cents
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Girls are not sugar, spice, and everything nice.
They're 77 cents to a man's 1 dollar.
Lipstick, high heels, and skirts,
Getting choked by society's collar.
Be pretty, be quiet, take the abuse
Society is judging you, tightening the noose.
"Stay at home, be a mom, fill a stereotype but,
Don't stand up!" They say
You're voice won't be heard
But it's time we stand up
And speak the chained words
"We want to be equal!"
But can we all be equal when
We all differ so greatly?
Do you really want equality?
When you have two kids,
One with a cut
Another with a broke arm
And you give them both a bandaid.
That is equality.
Ask for fairness.
Why can I not be paid on skill?
Why must my gender determine my pay?
I want to be a doctor, but the field is littered.
It is littered with the same biased that runs
Through society like a raging river.
Skill doesn't matter. Determiniation,
hard work, sweat, blood, tears.
Throw those away. Give your self
An extension of sorts. Be sorry that
You were born with 2 x's
Instead of an x and y. And pray
That you can make a decent living.
Because
Girls are not sugar, spice, and everything nice.
They're 77 cents to a man's 1 dollar.
Society has taught us that
Women are not worth as much as men.
But it is up to us, not just the women but the men
To boost each other up.
Make work about skill, not about gender.
Bringing true fairness to the world.
Making things right.
Making a change.
Because society has said that
I am not worth that much.
But I am.
I am worth my skills.
I am not sugar. I am not spice.
I am hard work, determination, sweat, blood, adn tears.
I am the late nights I spent studying.
I am the failures I have learned from.
I am not sugar, spice, and everything nice
But I am worth my skills.