Do Be Fair

Do be fair, kind sir

Award me now the same firm and friendly handshake given to the long-legged Mr John

Lookup to my eyes, my face, where my emotions swim, not my chest,

Where pointing, are two globes, my many crowning glories

I can CLIMB his mountains just as he can climb mine too

So do be fair and abuse me with the same masculine smile dealt Mr John, whose beard, you are twining.

Shame upon you, society.

On whose authority did you dare declare me weak and without wit?

Who started the trend to deny my honest desires?

A trend based on flimsy, physical features like weight, fair and sex?

Witness now my supreme ability to spice unjust situations until it’s too hot for health,

Make a crown out of it and wear it like a queen,

A queen that defies the defined demands of an honest job seeker,

And insist with every fibre of her being upon the world run by men, do be fair kind sir

I simply insist.