I'M NOT SEXIST, I'M NOT A FEMiNIST, I'M JUST A WOMAN
The purple, black and blue bruises ink every speech that has been written by woman for women. Every tear wept has helped quench the debaters who have helped get our words out. Every heel that has littered boardrooms has given us a new hope for our future. I am an enchantress, a creature that cannot be caged no ... I am a woman.
We are described as fruit that is to ripe to be eaten. Beautiful sculptures to be admired but not touched. We are like material cut, ripped, sown until we are suitable to be shown to the outside world. Why can't I, you, them, us be ... huh, well the sky should be the limit.
A woman, a girl, a child walks down the street. Her face bloody , she barely has any clothes on. Her battle scars are out in full force. A peculiar liquid runs down her leg, staining the last aching steps to what we would call home but she can't even call it her safe haven. Women stare at this broken doll while the men laugh at how easy she looks.
Another woman dressed in red waits at the corner so that she can impress him in bed. "I just need ten pounds mire so that I can finish my degree in law," she said. Well she did finish her degree in law and she became a celebrity at the law firm. She is so famous she has her own nickname. It's nightcrawler, no no, it's ... aah the lady of the night.
I just have a few more queries that I would "love for you too answer. *clears throat*
How much blood must be shared for our voices to be heard. How much sweat must be sprinkled on the grounds that we sow. How many times will we say please and how many times will you say no. How many nights will we spend scratching away at our skin trying to get rid of your touch. How many days will you "lock" us up in "your house" making us cook, clean and feed your children.
Well first of all we are not caged birds tortured for your own amusement. We are not dogs that wait upon your every command. Us as woman won't let you switch off our lights, we are our own writers, our own storytellers, your just a nightmare which we will soon wake up from.
I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO SAY I THINK THE SONG HAS SAID EVERYTHING THAT I WANTED TO SAY.
YOU ARE READING
YOU'RE MY DRUG...YOU BREAK ME YOU FIX ME
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