the 8th of March

I am human,
He is too.
They don’t believe me,
And his word is gospel.

I push hard against the walls
Of this glass box they’ve built.
Escape seems possible
For a few lying seconds.

I shout out real words!
They smile, amused.
They hear but won’t listen,
To logic and reason.

See-through and sound-proof.
Must be seen and not heard.

I am woman.
He is man.
Both of us human.
I understand.

But here I am in this case made of glass,
While you carry on pretending
To fiercely protect, to madly love,
To truly care

For me.

Your world; your oyster.
Mine depends on your mood.

Are you feeling challenged?
Are you feeling grateful?
Do you feel benevolent?
Do you fancy a joke?

I am human.
You are too.
Not greater than me,
Not lesser than you.

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