The Struggle of confident.

I don't the difference between you and me,

it's like a flower who's also a tree.

We're both humans, can't you see?

This poem was meant for you and me.

You say you can't cry because you're a man,

but you're just burying those emotions under the sand.

They say I'm always suppose to look pretty and be looked at, 

but maybe I'm just not into all that.

Men rape women and they think it's okay,

to use violence and abuse in this way.

But is this a women's issue at all?

Is that why we can't stand tall?

Men also get raped and abused,

but we don't realize it until they're used.

Now, is this really what's happening in this world?

Women thought to be doing the cooking,

while men enjoying working on their cars.

That women are meant to be the damsel in distress,

while men the hero and success.

I'm sick of all these definitions,

it's time to change these conditions.

Joanna Czopek