You are not a piece of meat!

(1) You are not a piece of meat,

With legs just clad for chaps who tweet:

About their rags of fugitive deceit,

And in their eyes abundant Critique; Retreat!

And born of personage;

And crafted like clay.

You are the deliverance:

Of some mans Payday!

(2) So who was this crafter,

Who sculpted your mind,

Who belittled your pride,

Who taught you to waggle your fair-hind?

This is the convent of societies sign,

A declaration of equality mine:

To be is to act under your tyne (3);

And your tyne is to get your act in line!

Footnote:

(1) This poem was inspired completely from thoughts I had after my philosophy seminar earlier on the "Freedom of Women". I wanted to express my views on how we as a society indoctrinate our children and then later adults who become this suppressed; isolated being.
The subject matter of the seminar (revolutions in thought) mainly focused around the theories raised by Mary Wollstonecraft.

(2) I go on later, after the first or second stanza; to express my opinion that this suppression and lack of equality is a issue which cannot be fixed without the root cause of the problem being amended; in this case that issue which condemns the rest of society into subservience and allows itself to be lead by that of a despot.

(3) Tyne was originally time, I decided to change it to tyne/tine because it actually seemed to make more sense with what I was trying to convey as well as a more logical rhyme.

What I was trying to express was the driving force which tells you to stay in line which in this case is an ambiguous (sharp) force. This could be government acting under the guise of authority; parents under the guise of carer or even religious pastors under the guise of spiritual authority.