Reflection of the Woman

We are exploited in a stagnant society. I REFUSE to adhere to the notion that WOMEN. ARE. STRONG. But this is a fact: The rusty shackles of tradition bind our delicate hips and necks, thin wrists and ankles. My mother says that LIFE. IS. UNFAIR. I will NOT welcome the idea that this time, patriarchy and stereotypes and gender roles can be stopped by our raw power. I believe that we are merely beauty, child-bearers, physical disadvantages, cooks, household confinement. NO longer can it be said that FREEDOM. IS. ATTAINABLE. I now know that I am characterized by DAUGHTER, EMOTIONAL, WEAK, GO WEAR SKIRTS, BECOME PRETTY, Because I am below the strong male that can control with the very snap of his fingers. I will never again cling to the idea that THERE. IS. HOPE. FOR. US. But the truth is in reverse (read the poem from the bottom line to the top).