NaPoWriMo Day 11 : SHE
How nice it must be to be
free to control her.
To tell her to sit and be
seen but not heard
To sink his fangs into her
skin whenever he pleases.
To think “Pretty good, for a
girl” will ever be a compliment.
Did he know she too can talk?
She can kick and scream and
though hopeless it may seem, it is a good fight and that is how it was meant to
be.
No longer will she lay down
at his feet and kiss his toes as his leg hairs play circles around her
“She who is fashioned from
his rib to protect his heart.”
He, whose mouth utters sweet
words with a greedy tongue, and sexist teeth to go with it,
How nice it must be for him
to walk out on her and let her raise that little boy
To tell her to wear that red
dress cause he loves the way it shows her curves
To walk in and out of her
life while whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
Will he ever learn?
Though vulnerable, she is
strong and she takes pride in the woman that stares back at her in the mirror,
A creature of intelligence
refusing to settle for less,
Why treat him superior and
her inferior if it is the same work?
It is the 21st
century the day of the mad men has come to naught
The 21st century and
she wants to be a phenomenal woman, phenomenally.
Think like a woman and act
like a better woman
Carrying the weight of the
world with each and every son of man birthed from Her
She who stands with her head
held high, refusing to be identified by parts of her physique,
Not to be identified as a
symbol of neither pleasure nor sex appeal
She who is clothed in
strength and dignity as she laughs without fear of the future because she is
throwing the fairer sex tomfoolery aside and is striving for equality
Because it is
A Pearl’s worth
Her worth
A
Woman’s Worth.
