One woman's glass ceiling is another man's wood floor
but there's no such thing for a second-class citizen
of a third world country
as
there's no moving up gender is against her
sexual orientation too considered 'half a witness'
in testimony
with
neither voice nor choice can't vote
or
leave home alone
unless
with consent
can't emigrate (passport permission required)
and
as for caste if she were a Dalit
(lowest of the low)
there's nowhere to go
so
between me and you, flee, be a refugee,
what's a poor girl to do?
Stop watching my story and start watching yours
the ones where shes beautiful and the one you adore
when you take pictures with her in matching sets
but your hearts on my insta make me think you have regrets
you cant have your cake and eat me too
so i guess ill be the one to see this through
with a simple remove follower, block and unfriend
ill put your gazing eyes and adultery to an end
cause you flaunt who you are and all you guys do
but i would have never been that girl to you
you never gave me the same opportunity or chance
never gave my plus size body a second glance
second class citizen in your firls class world
go like her story, she is your girl.
I dream of a divine world
where i could be free
where freedom has the greatest of names
projecting sweet liberty, heart strong democracy
man made morality
too whose authority!
we place in each other
and in this great enlightenment
we the people
dared to be free
Now! in the eye's of our children
all men and woman a like
can strand up, as equal partners
with a better life and liberty
forged in codes of conduct
too let not our freedom
take us over
but to have a define
place on the greater good!
well! its just a dream of a Second class citizen
You can't love me,
Because you know what I am.
You say you love me,
But you don't understand.
It's not the same.
I'll always be treated like I'm insane.
A second class citizen,
Like I'm going to destroy the world we live in.
I've been hated,
But its all faded.
But to have this come from you.
You were my last hope,
I just don't know what to do.
You just don't understand.
You don't know what its like to be surrounded,
And be so alone.
I wish I could make you know.
I was alone in my heart,
When surrounded by love and trust.
I feared rejection from the start.
But I couldn't give up.
And you may hate me,
You may think this is wrong.
But it makes me happy,
So its where I belong.
You took your place on a solid armchair
Amused with the attention you commanded
You told beautiful stories, great tales
Of ancient Chinese marriages and their glory
You spoke of what brides must endure
In the old culture of China
Where a new wife must be silently obscure
You were the matriarch Empress
I was a second class citizen
In this Forbidden City you created
I was not the Chinese wife you wanted
I had too much fire within my bosom
My passions burned too fiercely against
The kind of justice you dispensed
You wanted me to bow in kowtows
But my knees would not bend
I was not the Chinese wife you wanted
I was raw, untamed, untended
But the Empress' son saw through
The wildness of my spirit
He saw a Phoenix bride, a precious jewel
The bride he always wanted
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