The women I meet

Oct 1, 2022


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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