It seems there is a message,
A response that we tell the women of this world
Who push for a little more,
Their dreams extended a little deeper
That she no longer fits into this realm.
Security is stripped
We outcast her when her gaze shimmers,
Her laughter strikes louder,
More bold than the people in the room.
A plate already full
We toss her into the buffet line
Encouraging her to feel despair.
Fill her plate with struggles, exhaustion, and chaos
Forcing her to eat it alone.
Her humanity undeserving
Filtered and twisted
Free of dreaming it is wrought
The incredulous anger building.
As society moves away from her.
And when her heart bellows in this pain
No hand is extended
Backs cast in a line
Standing in solidarity
Enforcing the heaviness she must feel.
They’ve cast her aside.
Adorning her a crown of their negativity
They wait to see her struggle.
The words of “I knew it” and “I told you so”
Clinging to their lips.
And all the pride once felt.
All the hopes and dreams
Once thought up by this woman,
Replaced with the realization
That society has given up.
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