The creativity of the mind isn't limited to solely one gender.

But the ability to speak the nagging thoughts on our minds are

Sometime between than and now we lost the ability to communicate

The ideas became so big in our heads that the size of our words were to big to squeeze out of our mouths

Women began to shrink in the shadows and only peak out when the storm was brewing

Yet in the beginning it was the women who created the lightning by bashing heads with anyone around creating sparks

It was our voices that resonated sound until we were heard creating the thunder that shook the ground

It was our voice that every unborn child heard speaking the language of love but not with words but with the beat of our heart

bearing his child

bearing the children that we are expected to care and love while hes out making the money

while hes out getting drunk at the bars throwing away the money that we are depending on

while we wait at the table for him to come back home

to smell the alcohol on his breathe

the bruises on your wrist from him holding you so tight

and yet we are expected to play out roles

to read the script that the previous generations have written out for us to follow

because even though we have purple on our wrist we must remember that we wear the color of royalty

a great honor it is to have such a strong man in my life

this is what we are expected to do

for so long ladies have followed the tradition

of falling in love over and over thinking that this is finally the one

while the men get to walk around and stare at every women who walks by and satisfy his hunger for sex leaving her to bear his child while he continues to be dominate and speak his mind

his mind of which I am not afraid to say is wrong

I refuse to obey the rules laid out by my ancestors

I am not afraid to disappoint them

to crave for the need to be satisfied just as men do

to pay for my own bills just as men do

to open my own doors just as men do

to speak my mind without needing a sign just as men do

the struggle that my kind had to overcome to allow me the right to put my vote out there

to write

to read

to speak

to create

the words and stories of history in the making

is something that I am not afraid to do

because what I am afraid of is losing the ability to speak my thoughts

my words

my creative mind that has gone threw more hell then an average man

because my mind holds the stories of Joan of arc and Cleopatra

and I refuse to stay quiet

 

Even if it mean that I don't give the men a chance to talk.