Who Run the World
Of keeping her baby
Her mom refused
To touch food
Melanin is just a colour, dear…
Lipsticks, Marxism, cooking
Raised eyebrows, disquiet stares
Anger, suffocation, nausea
Shoving patriarchy down my throat
Offering consolations at gun point
As do 24.81% of pay gap
10,000 dowry deaths per year
23.3% of us in national parliaments globally
Is ours to fight
And ours to win
Hate is bizarre
So is fear
All-women spaces? Matriarchy?
I tell you, us, Girls Just Want to Have Fun
And it does not matter Who Run the World
I run mine; you should too.
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