Tick tock
The hands on a clock
Move slower for the worker
For the female
Who gets paid lower

Wages upon checkbook pages
I spend all my time
Just to earn a 9 pennies and
Two dimes
Less than the average man

Shouldn’t have to carry brass knuckles
And not for chuckles
A switchblade
My ace of spades
My little pocket stun gun
Bright pink like the setting sun

When we walk home at night
We get animalistic sight
Don’t go past any alleys
Before the body count chart
Goes up one tally

I Know this girl
Who was pushed to her limit
He “kind of pushed it in”
But that’s still rape, it’s a sin
Girl, you didn’t want it
So you shouldn’t have to take his shit
You said no
He should get up and go
I repeat, you said no

Why must we made feel like we are
Entitled to sex
Then when we say no
We get no respect
Even through cybersex
Guys curse at us and then say “next!”
They make us feel like complete rejects
This concept of respect is not complex

I don’t dress up for you
Or you
Nor you
My revealing clothes are meant for myself
Not your grimy hands to touch yourself
With thoughts of me
Using porno magazines to help you
Up on your bookshelf

Women of all sizes, race, and colour
Show your body
Bless us all with your presence
So godly
Empower each other, sisters
For we must stand together
And help one another grow, forever

He, she, they, and them
Queers and non binary
Be you, rock that androgyny

As a whole
We must stand together
And fight, but not one another
We will not be oppressed
Will we get what we want
And never rest
Equality for all
As one, we stand tall

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  1. Miss Rayanne
    The plight of women in the society has been delivered with emotion and raw feeling. It was a pleasure reading your poetry and I look forward to your future works.
    You go girl!!!!

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