A woman’s place is in the working class. Taking charge and kicking ass.
A woman’s place is not just as a wife. She’s got her own plans for her life.
A woman’s place is not as a tool to be used. That’s how a woman ends up abused.
A woman’s place is in on the team. She, just like the others, should be held in high esteem.
A woman’s place is not just as a mother. Or just as a sister to her brother.
A woman’s place is not as a toy in a chest. That’s just a nicer way of saying she’s being oppressed.
A woman’s place is not as a minion. She doesn’t have to listen to your opinion.
A woman’s place is not just in a house. Or submitting to pleasing her spouse.
A woman’s place is in the resistance. She’ll ask you if she needs your assistance.
And a woman’s place is truly in one thing. Making sure that she is separate but equal to a king.
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