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.