Do not
dare to make me a lesser kind
Because
at last you may begin to find
That my
voice, my power, goes beyond words
And that
you do not define my self-worth
When the
privileged have come out to play
Out on
the streets to belittle my name
Calling
me out because I am the strong
To shout
the kitchen is where I belong
Saying I
should not go out ‘dressed like that’
Or that
there’s ‘no such thing as a wage gap’
A
domestic cage is where you keep me
In hope
I am not heard and only seen
You’ve
hurt my sisters for rejecting you
For
looking imperfect, for being true
To
themselves and embracing liberty
For
leaving you, and your patriarchy.
We are
birds, who sing for equality,
Perched
on olive branches or flying free.
Not
caring for your traditional roles
We do
not care if we don’t fit your mould
Of the
perfect being, the perfect wife
When we
know want more in our lives
Than to
stand by your side, passive and meek
As you
silence every chance to speak
You
wanted us as wallpaper beings
As
silent trophy wife furnishings
To look
perfect and serve you every day
Being
pretty should not be the rent we pay
To exist
in the world as women
To do as
we damn please with no regret
Our
make-up: Armour, our clothes: defiance
A
sisters’ unbreakable alliance
I say to
you, throw your sticks and you stones
And you
may sit upon your self-made throne
But a
king is no king, built on misdeeds
And a
kingdom may better thrive with a queen
