I have a question for you
The one who looked into my eyes
To find joy in my wilting soul
The one who laughed saying
“She is incapable”
Of whatever you call success to be
Meanwhile
I am just trying to be.
I have a question for you
The boy who climbs on the backs of women
Who steps on their spine
Pulls their hair and
Shoves them down
Just so he can reach a little higher off the ground...
Why?
Why must you use me?
Does your heart beat when you beat me... emotionally?
Is my heart so full that you must rip away a piece for yourself?
Stripping the piece that commands the mouth
Leaving me
Unable to speak for MYself?
I have a question for you
The ones who watch
The ones who hear
The ones who see
Who are complacent as I disappear...
The ones who stand by and step aside allowing this boy to walk while my tongue is tied...
To you who remain silent
Saving your reputation out of selfish ambition
and to you
The ones confused
Stuck in the clouded expectation for me to break my own situation
This culture has clothed you in hesitancy
your vision is blurred through the lens prescribed by society...
Can you SEE me?
The desperation in my eyes, urgently searching for your assurance
Can you HEAR me?
The shallow breath that is clawing to be released, screaming for your protection
Can you SPEAK for me?
a girl shrinking in her own skin.
I am Woman.
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