To the hands of the creator, A meek wormy soul wrote. Pardon me! It's hard to say. The hands did a mistake. The hands shaped men The hands shaped women And sent them to live, but that's a lie.
He sent them to perpetuate in a world that turned into a nutshell. Men became rulers, with strength, muscle power and bravery. With women he made a family. Men fought while women raised their children, they lived happily. Some strong women ruled, while the rest produced rulers. But what about the ones who couldn't produce a king? who couldn't produce at all?
Black and white air swept away. In the new world of technical nerds, Women became MACHINES. They were the same back then. But the eyes of the camera that explored her beauty and within, made her a famous machine. Women skin, highly demanded. Her attributes, cute and sweet. Was she a meal, for wolves to feed in?
Some women believed, beautiful is ideal. It is to feed and to be fed. (To be fed is a lie again!) While others tolerated the pain. So they won't hurt the main. She don't have muscle power, they said. All she got is flesh and blood. But she got pain that can turn to power. Still, she was an object. Object of amusement. A machine to give birth. She objectified herself, some for money and some for tradition.