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Reversing The Roles

This poem calls out the hypocrisy and double standards that persist in the way society views gender roles and expectations. It tackles the challenge of reversing the narrative where men’s actions are often shielded, while women are blamed for their strength and independence. The poem challenges the idea of "reversing the roles" and demands fairness and respect in all aspects of life.

Now you lecture me on "reversing the roles,"
How would it feel if a man bore these tolls?
Men have always done this, always taken their share,
But now you can't handle a taste of what's fair.

You shield their wrongs, these sons, fathers, and uncles,
Teachers and friends, their sins in your circles.
You speak of respect while they tear us apart,
Demanding from us what they lack in their heart.

Blame me instead for walking alone,
For trusting too freely, for leaving my home.
You call me naive for not seeing with scorn,
But why should I bear the cynicism you're worn?

The world you defend is one they've designed,
Where excuses for men leave women maligned.
Yet when tables are turned, your justice is frail—
For a woman who stands, you're quick to assail.

So keep your lectures, your shields, and your lies,
I'll navigate this with clear, open eyes.
If my strength offends, it’s yours to amend,
For I’ll no longer bend to the rules you defend.


The poem powerfully highlights how, when the roles are reversed, the same justice and respect men often demand for themselves are not afforded to women. Have you ever experienced this kind of double standard, where your actions were criticized simply because of your gender? How do you feel about navigating a world where fairness is sometimes denied when the tables turn?

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