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In a time of darkness
With a thick glaze of fog,
Where truth was neglected
And ignorance was beheld;
women were nothing.
Nothing but servants,
To the fatuous men
Who wanted an emancipated waitress
To wait on them.
No right to vote,
No right to own,
No right to think,
No feelings; emotions or thoughts;
No rights
Trapped in a body
With no brain at all,
Just a slug
With labors to conduct.
But, all caterpillars
Turn into luscious butterflies
So one day
Women bloomed.
Inspiring at bulk,
Busting through the seams of stupidity
And into a world of equality
Women came; women came.
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