A poem…

She gets up the same time as you

Dresses the same way, breathes the same air as you

She goes to the same place as you

Catches the same train, takes the same course as you

They call her smart

She cries the same tears as you

Knows the same pain, feels the same fears as you

She basks in her triumphs like you

Conquered the same obstacles, walked the same miles as you

They call her brave

She carries the same secrets as you

Told the same lies, met the same truths as you

She hurt people, like you

Caused the same pain, knows the same consequences as you

They call her innocent

If what they say is true of her

Then isn’t the same true of you?

Yet they call her…