POEM: Feminot








We can be arl arse to each other from clothing to careers
With benchmarks set at higher peaks than they where in previous years

Our jobs judged if they’re not elite our waistlines mocked if wide
With ageing skin observed with glee, a focus on aesthetic pride

We roll our eyes at those not cultured or if maternal styles are flawed
We audit split ends and foundation lines or how our living room’s adorned

I heard one girl slag off crinkled nets as if a measure of human worth
A protest cause by creased up blinds as un-ironed fabrics are perverse

How dare you wear non label shoes with soles beige not scarlet red?
Our commitment judged by diamond size and our proficiency in bed

We don't value other women without a red brick cap and gown
The tick box for acceptance will be the thing that drags us down

There's feminist hostility, segregation betwixt our placards
How can we fight patriarchal oppression if our matriarchy's knackered?

My weight's up and down like stocks & shares and my salary below average
I don't drive a car or or fly first class, does that mean I have less value?

If a bloke lays boundaries on our sex and slags off what he sees
We scream sexist, pig and bully, but have you read OUR magazines?

We're often bullies to ourselves ‘cause self esteem's not de rigueur
My comfort in my stretch marked skin is sometimes met with bitter glares

We should like ourselves and others, why is that so hard fathom?
We should celebrate our sisterhood In a proud united fashion


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