DISPARITY
DISPARITY
A woman
Why consider inferior to men
She gracefully carries you in her abdomen
Still, she's only meant to be a portrayal
In the form of an inscribed pen.
Family and society discriminate
Abilities of her, always emaciate.
Her wings of dreams, they mutilate
Her hopes, they dilapidated.
And you still think
She's living a life full of spring
In verity, they always conflict
This world for her is a realm of afflict.