Controlled

How does it feel to have the weight of the world placed on your shoulders.
To have the guilt eat you from the inside out.
How does it feel to have to cover up.
Not just your face.
Not just your hair.
But your voice.
Your life.
How does it feel to be controlled.
To not have any power over your own body.
In the eyes of some, you are simply a toy.
A punching bag.
A slave.
How does it feel to have everyone frown down upon you when you try to speak out.
To be in the shadows of men.
Just a piece of artwork hanging on the wall.
Art that may be the star of the show for one day.
But by the next, is tossed away.
How does it feel to try and meet these impossible body expectations.
Just to try and fit into society.
How does it feel to be discriminated against because of your gender.
Discrimination....
To some, that word is only a word.
But you don't know the power of that word until it's used against you.
For something you can't control.
We will rise in society.
Not alone.
But together.
Soon, we will rise to the top.
And not be the objects you took for granted all those years ago.
We will no longer be controlled.