What Women Face
In this context we’re living in
Women are irrelevant.
Vogue mag, front page,
But the news, we’re just victims in.
Not safe to walk the streets,
Erased from family trees,
Hidden from society,
No evidence or history.
Why are women faceless?
There’ll be no way to trace us
If we cannot embrace this:
Every woman’s a protagonist.
You may have tried,
But we cannot be replaced.
This is my place
And this is my face.
We’re living in an age
When the workplace doesn’t pay
An equal living wage
To women working the same
As a man in his suit and all.
That is just not suitable,
Completely unacceptable
When we’re putting in the same, or more.
At the front of US politics
A criminal misogynist,
With no appeal for atonement
Made way for his opponent.
For both her gender and race:
A token Brown female.
What world are we living in?
I cannot bare his disgrace.
And your science can’t help me
When I’m in for a medical.
The only science of the womb
Was to label us hysterical.
Motherhood’s a price to pay
To our bodies and energy,
But to deny us fair say and salary,
That cannot be allowed to be.