Imbalance...

O boy, O boy whom to confront,

They reckon we are unequal, it's sheer pretension.

We are par above the so-called male ideology,

We are the same with only different biology.

O boy, O boy whom to share our hue,

They differ us as pink, they remain blue.

We have an extremely high potential in various chores,

Don't disregard us, society, We are more competent to roar. 

O boy, O boy whom to mumble our gripe,

Our signs itself depicts we stand upright.

The male symbol goes haywire in the shade,

But we are firm with an " O "and standing down with pride.

O boy, O boy whom to call our own in this world,

Where the patriarchal regimen takes the swirl.

We are multi-talented you see,

We can work at the office and still manage the hierarchy.

O boy, O boy whom to scream and groan,

Who will end this grievance which is undoubtedly wrong?

We are like sweet streams made by our Almighty,

We will combat, make our path, and accomplish our liberty.