Superlatives aren’t used,

Ladykind is abused,

Understandably confused,

Taken hostage by views,

Which are pushed on by men,

Hot and straight from the pen,

Overtaken by papers,

Reality stars are shapers,

Even children are chasers.

Bitterly cold receptions,

Inequality with small exceptions,

Taunted with wage gaps,

Children now,

Have thigh gaps,

Can’t just eat well,

Usually it propels so,

Now insecurities are staying,

Trapped in a mind motel.

Pressured till divided from,

Uniqueness cried upon,

Sleepless nights and broken,

So those twinkles in her eyes are gone.

Young women to old,

Treated unfairly and told,

When it all takes a hold,

A woman can do what they want,

That they aren’t controlled.

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