Feminism Poem by matthew broxton

Feminism,
the two headed beast,
one you love,
the second you loathe.

Many women died for equality,
now the balance is skewed.
The glass ceiling still exists,
but the roof been fixed.

Black widow Spiders and Maggie Thatcher,
him the creator, Shiva the destroyer.

How can men be men?
when masculinity is under threat,
so many double standards,
and legal hypocrisy
would Mrs Pankhurst turn in her grave?

Women have many choices,
so many routes to take
lots of money to make,
plenty of foolish hearts to break