Poems about gender
I stand behind a glass case.I am an object to behold.For my submissive nature and gentler tones.
I am a woman,
There is nothing to be ashamed of.
I bleed once a month, sometimes twice
“How do boys look good without makeup?”
Because society hasn’t told them they look bad without it
I do believe in one God, but sometimes I have my doubts.I do believe in prayer, but it does not have to be said aloud.
I weep for every woman that is beaten for not having dinner ready for her husband when he comes home.