Fabled cushioned equality What does it mean for you and me? You, with womb, or maybe not Hormones a dancing a personal knot Opportunity with one hand goes the cry Yet with the other wallow in sty Push the button when it suits us Or shove the other, lament and cuss As women have this and don’t have that Men can stand but at times have sat Tiresome saintly excluding isms Bend our thoughts like subtle prisms We all are different: this is clear Bodies, minds; lend me your ear Past and present and future tenses Inequality has many lenses
