Poem/women

Thinking about what they done to my mind thinking about what the world would be like
If the women had carried it created it painted it with their souls with their humble hearts
I’m not saying all women are perfect but we’re made out of a shape created by men so how are we supposed to think by ourselves to even be able to know ourselves
When throughout history our minds been rejected our bodies molested and our freedom arrested
We don’t own our bodies they’’re owned by the ideals created by men to fit their interests
A woman is always supposed to say sorry but what would happen if she was fully accepted
What if her words could change the world
What if her heart could heal the scars
What if her breath was no threat
What if you saw what she can see
What if you let her be all she can be