Feminism.

Those veins in my hands,
they show that I work.
These scars on my face,
show I've endured hurt.

My rank remains low,
so  continue to fight.
I must work to achieve --
for the rest of my life.

My muscles protrude,
as they pass, they see.
My work isn't taken
seriously.

Men & women gather,
they stand behind me.
We call ourselves Feminists,
they label us "crazy".

We liberate ourselves,
our minds and bodies.
For like-minded people,
awaken from the faulty.

Our thirst for empowerment has never changed,
our roots are thorough -- where they remain.
I'm given the strength to survive every day,
I live guiltless & unashamed.