Disclaimer: The poem’s mine, so don’t steal. Enough said. And if this comes across as perverted to you . . . I’m telling you now, I wasn’t talking/thinking of that dominated. *sighs*

In a society filled with

war and pain and suffering

and loss

and loathing

and prejudice

and degradation

and inequality

something jars us back to earth

one race – one gender – is still putting up with

downgrading and

prejudice

they allow man to order them around

well, not order around exactly –

it’s for the men to decide when it’s time to go

to leave a party

but yet, even though they’re dominated

90% of the time

and outnumbered –

they’re respected deeply

looked up to as role models

are incredible people who have

faced, dealt with

got through

many hardships

that,

no matter how hard the men try,

they never will be

dominated.

No matter how hard the men try

They never will be dominated