Unbalanced Scales

 

How easy it is for you to cast your stones,
Shame her for every step she dares to take,
Knock her off balance, then stand tall,
Proclaiming yourself the righteous man.

Is it because you know the world better,
Or is it that you know how to bend it?
Twist truths like ropes around her wrists,
Claiming your lies as simple logic,
As if her struggle is merely hysteria.

When she stands her ground, dares to speak,
You push and shove until she breaks,
And call it being strong, being a man,
While she is labelled out of control.

You can be mean, vile, even cruel,
And the world will call it power, resilience.
But let a woman wield her rage,
Let her show the darkness you unleashed,
And suddenly, she’s the one who’s lost herself.

You judge her every breath and step,
Her every choice scrutinized and weighed,
Yet cry victim to gender's harshest bonds,
Whenever she mirrors your own judgments.

Some women bleed on battlefields of worth,
Proving they are fierce, they are real,
But you will never accept their fire,
Never allow their fury to ignite,
Because only your rage can make you a man.