A Neologism for Progress

Where do you go when empowerment has become the new stereotype?
The removal of exclusion
Assimilation and extermination of partitions
Shape shifts into a suicide mission against accommodation
You’re your own person now so you’ve got your clearance
To guide your moral compass with magnetic interference
And in your elation you missed
What you’ve become

Everyone can feel the crisis unfold
We’re ten years old and on the playground
Trying to balance the teeter totter
But it’s not built like a scale
And always we’ll fail to be truly equal
One of us that much higher
We wait until that one falls
And we’ll laugh as they bleed in the mulch
Then stand against the wall
Knowing next recess we’ll be the ones who’ll sit that tall

So burn your bras with tired psychology
But gender roles are dictated by
Physiology
Personality
The reality of all of us
And nothing more
But we’ll listen in the schools
And to the card castle fools playing by playground rules
Do you have to have labels for everything?

I understand
You were sick of being a slave
In your kitchen of a cage
Domestically depraved
Holding the unmarked page of history to your chest
With poignant rage repressed in your objectified breasts
So you stepped up to the plate
For the dawn of a new age

Hearts limitlessly heavy
Possess the momentum to beat faster
So brave and so righteous
Your chains fell like robes
Your voices cracked plaster
Femininity parted the sea
Your head says you’re free
But there’s just a new master.