Shadows of Support

"We support women", everyone unites,

Until she climbs high, and it's in sight,

What you thought she couldn't do,

Now somehow she's not right.

"Love yourself," they often say,

Until joy blooms and lights up her day.

And then, when happy she starts to mend,

Hearts turn cold, they cannot comprehend.

"Be bold and strong," they demand,

But her choice, her view, they can't withstand,

Confidence they praised, in her they shun,

Her own voice, they don't understand.

"She's so ugly," they sneer and leer,

Scars on her body, so clear,

A mirror of inner strife, they pretend fear,

Judging without ever being near.

"Flawless beauty," they claim to see,

A taste of bitterness they decree.

They paint her world with shades of burn,

Darkness woven, cruel run.

"She had it coming," they coldly proclaim,

As she stands abandoned, her spirit aflame, 

All these shadows cast by human hands,

And look at us, we stand on both ends.