The Underdog

This is just a short play about my fight on the stereotypical "woman" role.

Turning my eye inward, my fears perform before me.

Constricted nylon binds brittle beings like beads

onto floorboards. 

Betas shackle them to the ground from the top.

Dainty hands claw and struggle.

Distressed eyes scurry in desperation to find an escape.

Some find it,

but the rope still loops around their base.

Oh, how the outcome is always the same!

The End

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