Tired of fighting the glass ceiling. Enclosed within a transparent capsule, exposed for devouring eyes. Ordered for a feast, brought for humiliation. Looked down upon, looked through. A lean gaze through the eyes, down the contours. A tickly disgusting tingle moving up the spine, exploding at the heart, blooming as invisible tears which never gets wiped down the cheek - why?

Is it dominance of one entity over the other, or the self-deprival of one's own rights? Does history have an answer as to why the male overpowers the female? I wouldn't generalise the term males and females, I would call it animalistic. Generalisation could be dangerous! It happens from a seed to fruit.

They are meant to germinate, but are trampled upon
They are meant to grow, but are pruned
They are meant to blossom, but are made to wither
They are to bear, but are made to rot

What does it take to transform a bright smile on a shining face to a face lowered, fingers clenched and the touch of embarrassment shooting within, making every nerve cell cold, eyes flooding? They are made to stand in the dark corner where
voice is low and expression is hacked of its rights. Why? Are the constituents of the opposite sex made inferior?

WHERE ARE THE WOMEN? DON'T THEY REBEL?

They are between being and non-being. The constituents of the female sex are not made inferior but the thought is. The perception of a being as a female is the cause. Under fragmental analysis, females are a creation more wonderful than the best. The term "WHOLE" sounds empty when compared with this creation "FEMALE." Males are the reinforcement for the physical limitations of this creation. So let us resolve not to buckle under any pressure and fight back.

Rather than trampling upon each other, let us live as humans than being males and females.