A man among women

I'm a man among fourteen women

One of them is my boss

One of them is not my boss but acts like one

And in all their eyes I see suspicion

The rest are my colleagues or so they say

And who am I to say nay?

By that doctrine alone no giving or getting is grey

Yet it doesn't always seem that way

In their time of dismay I am invited

In their time of frolic I am excluded

It seems they have a code that makes them united

Humanity does not seem a term included

Come summer they wear something open

Then sham me for having eyes

I look straight ahead as if no one's there

But even that doesn't to seem the best exercise

Their eyes look in my book and read me

Then dismiss so many facts that are me

Simply because that's not the way they want to see me

Attempted alterations just assure appended animosity

It seem we're together in meetings of minds

But meetings of hearts are frowned upon

We're one of kind but made sure to be two kinds

And feelings is just us with the lip sync on

I, from a distance, see them all at one

They seem to stand togehter no matter what

Yet as I get into their midst I see then each one

Discriminated against with no clear if, and or but

I wonder if a woman among fourteen men

Would they all join to brand her an anomaly?

Or would they all join to give her leeway?

Make sure she's led everywhere safely?

Then tell her story with pride to everyone around

And find her flaws sweeped under the carpet

And if her voice is heard, there isn't another sound

And if her voice is sharp, there wouldn't be one over her that's shaprer

Yes, men are who they are and can't be changed

But well-bred men understand where to draw the line

How many of them are truly the ones deranged?

How many, with dread, tread a line that's truly fine?

I'm a man among fourteen women

Sometimes I enjoy the company and the pleasure

I dislike the simmering suscpicion

That leads to doing ill and that's someone's lesiure