to be a woman

Women are liquids - taking shape of its surrounding

constantly adjusting, flowing, being 

Perceived as a state of matter

no consequences, just chatter. 

Why do we have to be reduced to feel less guilty

Forced to bury the well inside, think shallow and be silly

Why do we have to be so hollow to finally be understood correctly

Treated as fragile, but never gently. 

Masters of adaptation, yet not expected to change

Breathing, but not allowed to take up space

Women are fluid but trapped on a cage

Compressed, and compelled to break 

Why are we never permitted to overpour?

Passed from one container to another

Skin, thoughts and insides restricted 

And they still demand, can you be less rigid?  

Women are liquids - taking all of its surrounding. 

Silenced, deceived,  made small but thriving. 

No matter the size, shape and view

She can preserve the extent of her value.

Oh to be a woman.