The Experience of Women.
She had a smile that won her honours,
Endless compliments from gentlemen and friends.
Her stunning beauty was ever-appraised,
As though upon a face a life depends.
She had eyes to match the sky,
Brilliantly blue, so bright and wide.
Those eyes appeared interested in a man's approach,
Yet it was truth and grace which those eyes defied.
She had a heart full of warmth and kindness,
Many admirers and some lovers this heart had gained.
But with every false lover her sadness grew stronger,
And use by men made her heart feel drained.
She had a mind which was brilliant and capable,
So many great things she could have achieved.
Alas, her gender was her greatest enemy,
And a society ruled by men would not let her breathe.
As her beauty faded and she became weary,
She settled upon a man, so wealthy and proud.
To smile for this man and to be warm was her purpose,
But to think or speak for herself, was not allowed.
She had a soul that had been bright and lively,
So hopeful and so full of schemes.
Yet the day she died she was bored and weary,
Disappointed by life and her forgotten dreams.
This woman was just one of many,
Who would one day become angered by their plight.
To them, this dull life was no longer acceptable,
And for their liberation, they would fight.