You exploit me with impunity
Tear my honor & rob me of dignity

You treat me as chattels, barter me in battles
If I dare speak, your rage really rattles

You paint me black in the echelons of history
You smite my face and portray me as a mystery

I bear you sons, fine and strong
But if it is the "XX" combination, you think I am wrong

I work by your side in the industry & in the fields
Toil with you like a beast of burden to increase the yields

I work with the NASA, pass resolutions, and do inventions
I bleed when I am cut, cry only in pain, and that is no pretension

We ate the "fruit" together, I get to be the temptress, you poor Adam
You won't even share the blame for being thrown out of Eden

My cortex is as good as yours, my heart just as kind
Even if I am not a Prophet, I am just as much divine

God created me your equal
No less my dear, I am your sequel

-- Sobia Fayyaz