it's in the mornings when it hits me hardest.
a cold brick hitting my chest
the burning sun - there is no rest
you know that moment when it all makes sense
but it doesn't.
not to me, not to her.
hello, hello, this is our world.
wake up, wake up,
open your eyes,
stop trying to hide
your lying faces, the angry sneers,
the things you say that bring us to tears.
we are women not toys
we don't sneak around with boys
for their own pleasure,
as their treasure,
i'm at the end of my tether.
are you listening?
do you care?
i'm a woman and you're a bear -
you sneak and growl and i am your prey
i am the one you somehow hate.
but don't.
it's in the mornings when it hits me hardest
that we are the same and not
that we are all human
but only in part.
we are divided and you drew the line.
you drew the line,
taking your time,
while we pretended that everything was fine,
that we weren't dying inside
with every punch and every word
and you could've heard
but you didn't.
you didn't because you don't care.
and you don't care because you are better
and stronger
and wiser
and bigger
and i am small and weak and dumb and meek.
i go out to the shops and don't come back for a week.
man, this isn't a game.
last time i checked, we were all the same.
but that’s the world i suppose.
that’s this place that we call home
and it won't change unless we do -
unless you do,
unless someone
does something to make society fair,
to make the world equal
to make this harsh reality
nothing but a dream
for those who are never seen.