Woman is strong; woman is weak. She is a flightless songbird that sits in a cage. She is this submissive character that is supposed to look pretty but is intelligent in the dark. Woman can do nothing but sit and be gazed upon by those around Her. Alas, Her wings were clipped the moment She was born. She cannot do anything but long for what She cannot have for She is too fragile and beautiful. She is united; She is divided. Collective yet set against one another. To be a friend is to keep your enemies close. Woman is not ever friends but in constant competition. She must be one of the best yet modest and easily subdued. She must be silent and pretty, friendly but not flirtatious. Woman is automatically included in the family as a maternal role from when She is seen as “old enough” whether that is at 10 or 15 years old.
Woman must be protected at all cost even when Her beautiful song turns to one of longing. At the same time She is told she must be independent. Alas, Her heart wrenching cries of sorrow and Her joyous cries of independence are lost on Man’s ear for they know not Her language. She is told She must be like Man. But She can’t, instead She is just another beautiful creature for man to behold. Woman must take over the maternal role yet speak Man’s language and stay in Her cage. Her role in society as mother and caretaker must be put above all else that Man can easily partake in. Her sexuality is not Her own, Her voice and body is just a distraction and tool. Woman is not woman. She is just a means of production, to create the new generation.
Until one day, Woman finds a key. She realizes that one chain at a time She can break out of the cage that She was shoved into by Man long ago. The dark cage of what Woman should be, act, think and choose. It is up to Her now to choose her own destiny. Is Her body Her body? That is up to Her now.
Woman must be protected at all cost even when Her beautiful song turns to one of longing. At the same time She is told she must be independent. Alas, Her heart wrenching cries of sorrow and Her joyous cries of independence are lost on Man’s ear for they know not Her language. She is told She must be like Man. But She can’t, instead She is just another beautiful creature for man to behold. Woman must take over the maternal role yet speak Man’s language and stay in Her cage. Her role in society as mother and caretaker must be put above all else that Man can easily partake in. Her sexuality is not Her own, Her voice and body is just a distraction and tool. Woman is not woman. She is just a means of production, to create the new generation.
Until one day, Woman finds a key. She realizes that one chain at a time She can break out of the cage that She was shoved into by Man long ago. The dark cage of what Woman should be, act, think and choose. It is up to Her now to choose her own destiny. Is Her body Her body? That is up to Her now.