The Balance

Women 

Fragile

Delicate

Flowers

That carry the weight 

Of the garden they are born in.

The same voice 

Dictated that 

Men be labelled strong.

Be wooden filings 

Wrapped around

Precious cargo.

Pitted against one another

Designated roles 

One protecting the other

Expectations.

Each one crying foul

In a voice that's louder.

Balanced nevertheless

On either side of the scales

Bickering.

Neither sought to seek

The one

Who really held the weights.

Rules they made

Laws were laid.

Demarcations

Boundaries

Courtesies

Responsibilities

Divided never

Shared.

Fingers always pointing

Righteousness to be upheld

Not once was it questioned

Who really holds the strings...

The laws seek to punish

The black and reward

The white.

Convenient to ignore

That people cast shadows

In different shades of grey.

Not all men, not all women.

Then why not be simple

Why not be kind

Why not hold your own

Why not just be...

a good human instead?