This is for the women,
The fair, and weak ones
Who were raised upon flower beds
And the women,
Who were taught that being a woman
This is for the women
Born with the same hearts
That toughened with time
And words, that were harsh.
The women, unpretty
The women, unfit
The women who could change the world
The women who could love beyond their power
But the women nobody looked up to.
A question, about the women,
The treacherous, the liars,
Women who are fire
Who burn and break and put lives at stake
They do exist.
Among us, the ones
With venomous tongues
Poisoning hearts, crushing hopes
Inciting hate, blinding loved ones
Could a woman be a woman’s greatest enemy?
In a world that searches for love
Could a woman be the one who ignites it?
Destroys it for feeble, petty wishes?
Could a woman be the evil?
On the other side of the picture
Behind the raised hand
Of a wicked, violent man,
Could another woman be the devil?
Could a woman decide the destiny
Of another unfortunate woman?
Could a woman be the ruler
Over another enslaved woman?
And this is where the tables turn
Where a woman,
The very powerful and pretty one,
Raises the stakes,
Gambling away another woman’s life
The one who’s not so pretty, not so vile.
So I beg to question,
For the sake of those women,
Incompatible, because ugly,
Weak, because silent,
In this so called male dominated society,
Isn’t a woman a woman’s worst enemy?