It Never Ends

It's hard to be a woman,
On a " job that's made for men ".
Especially sense most men believe,
We’re not as smart as them.

If you’re a man, you get this job,
With no problem and no fuss.
But let a woman sign for it,
They cross-examine us.

We always have to prove our self,
No matter what the task,
And we would really like to know,
How long this nonsense last?

If only they would trust us,
A little respect we might just gain.
Because I hate to tell them,
We also have a brain.

It doesn't even matter
How long you've done this job,
How much you know is hard to prove
When your confidence is robbed.

So don't even try to show them,
Or prove what you can do.
Cause if your name ain't Jack or Bob
They’ll still look down on you.

                                           By: Donna Eaton