Your words, they trickle while I stand in awe
As they float out of your mouth like bubbles I struggle to pop them before they reach her ea
Such darkness and vile created and submitted by the corners of your lips
You slapped the postage stamp on, you knew exactly the message you wanted to send
Your words like darts because you disagree
But can we help it?
We live in a society that teaches us self interest at age four
As dangerous as weapons
Our most powerful ability and yet we use them to destroy
Maybe there isn't just one correct way
But, instead of agreeing to disagree,
Conformity is stitched to my clothes
And we are put into our societal roles
Because I am a woman and I am expected to hold beauty
Which seems to be a rarity and uniqueness
Yet ironically similar in the faces society labels beautiful
And that is "what a woman does"
What a woman should do I will be taught the "right way"
What is expected of me
What will be accepted of me
At such a young age it is plastered in my brain
Held there for me to contain.
The "right way" for all the wrong reasons
The "right way" due to lack of knowledge
Because we know nothing bette
r And we are closed to understanding
That maybe we have it all wrong.
The resolution is the same as the problem
How does conflict start?
Words. How do we end it?