You tell me you see me less,  

You tell me we can’t shine,  

When we try to stand before you,  

You throw us away like we’re trash. 

 

You treat us like shadows,  

Not realising you came into this world by us,  

Instead of a man, you’re simply a wuss, 

High time you treat us equal and not less. 

 

It pains to see me less than you,  

It pains to watch us hurt,  

It pains that you get what you want,  

And yet here I am struggling more than you.  

 

Mothers can do more than cook,  

Girls can do more than help in the house, 

Women can do more than clean,  

Give us a chance,  

We won’t disappoint.