Can we call out that woman – the one who hates, Who won’t support her sister until it’s too late. Who gives support to the man who does women harm, Even though she knows he’s the one in the wrong.
Can we look at the rapist – the one who did wrong? Was it bad upbringing, social issues, or genes gone wrong? Can we look at the man who hammers his wife, And not be the support that bolsters his fake pride.
You’re the breeze that knocked me over, And I’m lying on the floor. I struggle to rise, clinging to hope. I’m in a better place now, but still struggle to cope.