rock cycle

Women are rocks. Unable to talk, Forced to be a girl. In a world cruel. What is a girl supposed to do, With the rain reiterating them away. With the wind chipping away. All they can do is wait, Wait to be devalerd, Wait to be stared at like meat, wait for the end when all can do is stare at the floor, Unable to move, In a world so cruel, Their is nothing to do, Wait for you their young to be in the same fate Wait for them to live in fear for them to want to disappear? Ava Wilson