The man to me

Is not the man to you

He’s taken from me

I’m left askew

Bow down in defeat

he says to me you’re a 2nd class citizen

and you serve as we eat

Members of the same species

we divide and conquer

separation or enthusiasts

I can take no longer

can’t walk alone ever

without some bother

if I was a man

I could sit much taller

I’m forced to birth babies

I get cancer of breast

I cook the meatloaves

And I make the beds

The man makes more riches

The man comes home late

The man dirties dishes

As I clean his plates

The man doesn’t worry

As he walks home at night

The feminist inside

wants to break down and cry

I wait for the man

he pays all the bills

I’m good for three things

This void’s hard to fill

I’m trapped in four walls

They start closing in

All I have is this man

And my heart full of sin

Man’s opinion is valued

Woman is seen and not heard

man can walk around shirtless

if woman does it’s absurd

A ragdoll during day

A piece of meat at night

The cycle continues

But I must stand up and fight

A plethora of problems

for the rest of my life

I beg for comfort and love

this man is no where in sight

After all I’ve done

how could he leave me behind

Should’ve known this would happen

when I put his before mine.