Muted Might
Hush... My voice, a whisper, yet it's deemed too loud, Women can't assert, a trait offensive When I express my distastes They call me arrogant They advise, " be kind and humble" But I speak my passion out. They label me arrogant, they call it pride, They suppress my freedom to express With pointing fingers and wild rebukes But same words, different voice, it's approved. If I don't agree with them How come its loud and Pride. I'm just being me, expressing what's true, Likes and dislikes, just like them, too. But their opinions bloom, while mine silenced By pointing fingers that hide my might.
