In my life, I've been a son Held by a mother as second to none To my sister, I have been a brother Loved by her like no other I've been a doting sort of father Of my two beautiful, loving daughters
And as these things I've observed Women getting less than they deserved Many inconvenient truths stood in the way Of their happiness on too many days Seeking empowerment and self-respect And instead receiving abject neglect
Too many times, they're made to wait On things that have come never or too late Like medical care that was actually healing Or the sort of love given with feelings I've watched diligently and observed Women I've loved getting less than deserved
Unanswered letters hold a proper weight Dreams and hopes consigned to bitter fate Told to find themselves, they've been alone They gave themselves until no one was at home Waiting for calls that never came on the phone Looking into mirrors and feeling alone
The world has lent out just a little more rope To dash dreams on the rocks of abandoned hope The word "No" is without any shade of pretense The greatest power available in a single sentence Women need to believe in their full capacity And in so doing, live up to their capability
(c) June 20, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along