In my world women don’t do many things
In my world women are seen as property
Seen less than an equal
We are objects that are judge
We are either too fat or too skinny
Men are the buyers and society the suppliers
Well, we are the mindless ones;
Who succumb to plastic surgery.
Whatever it takes to make them happy
In my world women are supposed to dream;
About big weddings and little ones.
Not, office jobs and condos
Not, adventuring the deepest of blue seas
Certainly not seeing multiple people
There will come a day
Where I will have a choice to make.
The decision will be mine and mine alone.
Not societies and its corrupt idealization of women.
It will not be my world for much longer