I’m done carrying equality’s torch,
For these boys who sit on their judgment porch,
Quick to shame, faster to blame,
While calling it “culture,” a broken game.
They praise a woman when a man walks out,
When she stands strong, they cheer and shout,
But never a word on the ones who leave,
Their cowardice is hidden up their sleeve.
Boys who sin without a pause,
Wrap women in shadows, without a cause.
Yet when she fights to find the light,
They label her “crazy,” and call her “uptight.”
If the “man of the house” loses his ground,
Stumbles through bars, and booze all around,
It’s called a struggle, a bump on the way,
But if she cries? It’s pity and scorn they display.
They’ll gamble with love in a game of dare,
Saying they want “truth” — but do they care?
They write off her worth, then call her mad,
When she builds herself from what they had.
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