The women I meet are a diverse bunch
each with a different flame
shadows of prejudice lingering behind
internalized hate for their own kind
I have seen the fire that anguishes me
fallen truths stale with reality
of women pushing each other down
pulling the strings of their own show
I have come across different eyes
some itching with pride
some burning with passion
some dull in ambers
some baked in frost
some soaked in blood
some bursting with flames
some closed off to me
some open to my mistakes
But I never knew it was wrong
wrong for me to think so
why do we accept platters of hate
sugarcoated with shallow pain
why don’t we pat each other
and tell the world to adjust
to my love and compassion
for the women I meet
