A woman’s voice

It is a weapon her tool

she was not given this for no reason

For years her voice has been smothered silenced

Her opinions weren’t good enough to be heard

Her voice overshadowed by those of a deeper tone

It was lost in a sea of No’s

Put in a world where she was meant for one role

And that was to cook and raise his babies

But baby

Why do I feel like I was meant for more

The first time a woman said no

She was punished

But her voice rang loud and clear

It shattered the paradigms of the time

Paradigms of men of generations following

One day women became leaders

 

Their voices rose high and kissed the sky

 

 

Revolutions were starting

***Women chose their own destinies

 

 

She could say no to submission

And own a business

The clicking of her heels was not the sound of daintiness

It was the sound of taking charge

Of intimidating those below her

A woman could keep her kids in line and her employees at the same time

Yes that meant the boss was coming

 

 

Some women were meant for sneakers

Meant for jeans

Felt more comfortable in sweat pants

Some women could work harder than a man ever would

She knows that appearance doesn’t make a woman

And she never needed a man to teach her how to shoot 3’s

She never backed down from a challenge

**Once a small group of girls wanted more than what they were given

 

They were outcasts

 

But they didn’t let the judgements of their time stop them from fighting

**These girls knew that there was opportunity far greater

**And with time these girls became women

I've found out that when something is unattainable others try to *tear-it-down * to their level. I'm not sure if it's ignorance or jealousy, but at the end of the day they wouldn't get accepted anyway.