I pray you not to hear these words in vain,
But in equal and in seriousness:
With open minds and hearts.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
O’ my heavens! But why must this be so?
Why are women controlled by the patriarch,
Rather than thy own true hand, or being?
Is Eve less because she is half of Adam,
Because remember, Adam is half too.
We are equal in God’s truest nature,
But cannot coincide without a struggle,
I struggle that has lead us to an uproar.
I am ashamed that women are so simple:
Living a life that was planned not to be their own,
While thou liest at home secure and safe,
You soak in an ignorance taught by thy “lord”
Ignorance may be bliss, but bliss to thy husband.
Bliss for the lack of trouble, decision, and being.
More control that thy lord can say he has,
To gloat to others as if you are some common prize.
Like sheep you loyally follow thy Shepard,
But sheep do run away so, thy Shepard burdens.
Why be content with nothing, when there is so much,
Much more than thy heart could ever know.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Our bodies shaped the way man doth wanted?
Does it mean that we are meek like so created?
No, ’t is to be more influential and inspiring.
Thy lord is thy head, which is strong and determined,
But women are the neck, controlling thy “masters” head,
We too can be matriarchs, for now I speak,
Speak for all the one’s who are burdened with indecency.
Being submissive is an option most have chose,
A choice that is only been visible to see until now.
A choice that has been predetermined by or fathers,
And your mother’s fathers, and her mother’s fathers.
For me I see it as too far in the evening,
But for some of you it is still the early morn.
Make haste as to gaze upon these words,
And take consideration to choose freedom.
One sad man may look upon me and ask,
“What is she a foul contending rebel?”
But I shall reply, “No, I am strong!”