Biblical fiction, we were called woman,
Scorned product from the rib;
Deliberately, they constantly forget,
Persecuted for what Eve allegedy did.
Endless reality, perpetrated through song,
They constantly forget our name;
Relegated to 'cunt', 'whore', 'pussy' or 'bitch',
Endearments utilised to bring us shame.
Repugnantly categorised via the external,
We suffer profoundly, knowing not our roles;
Social revoution's developing product,
Confused to the very depths of our souls.
Liberated, a claim alledged by many,
Despite which, the revolution will remain;
They ask if we will ever be satisfied,
Ironically, a final goal to be attained.
Education, the so-called regiment of freedom,
Soldiers donning weapons to wage the endless war;
Numerous casualties resulting from battle,
Results of which, advancement has been far.
They know not what we are fighing for,
My struggle ridiculed at every turn;
Equal opportunities, respect and honour,
Elements of a constitution that we will earn.
Bim / July 26th, 1997