Battle of the Sexes, Battle for Worth

That poor Samaritan woman,
always misunderstood.
Five times her husband died or divorced her
(she couldn't divorce him, that's not how it worked)
and the sixth one wouldn't even marry her.
Considered stupid although she caught the chance
we all wish we'd been given
to ask Jesus anything, anything at all.

We poor, we women,
asked to adore one man in our lives
asked to believe HE will complete us
as Tom Cruise foolishly tells his on-screen love.
'cause anyone who's lived knows,
that's not how love works.
And not even the most perfect love in the universe is free of pain.

We disdained, we women,
told that we aren't tempered and tested,
as boys are (John Mayer Daughters, 22-25)
we can't enter that secret world they share.
Faugh!

Men, women.
We've been fighting so long,
we no longer know
what the differences are
if there were any
what the similarities were
if there are any

Fighting for worth, we live each day.
Sometimes you see, you're small.
Sometimes it's enough to live in the moment
and so forget it all
all but the here and the now
We have a talent for making life opaque
so nothing transcendent can peek through...

We have a talent for making life opaque
so nothing transcendent can peek through.
It's 'cause transcendence hurts.
It's hard to get, and when you do,
the clarity brings much pain.