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The Girl Child

Told I was born inferior and socialized to be put last
Defined by gender roles and social class
Get used to the indoors
Lose all hope of being free
Learn to be adaptable to a man’s needs
I was put here for nurturing
and my man is my baby
Find a good one to marry
Have kids
Settle down into silence
Get used to the violence
I was born with a vagina
I am a vagina
and tits
But I’ll make sure to get an education
cause men like girls with smarts
Be the clean a woman’s work consists of
The world doesn’t cater to sensitivity
I need to un-emotion myself
and watch what wears me; it causes harm
It’s my fault men like to touch me in the dark.
Why’d I keep the door open?!
My mind open?!
I need to close my legs!
And hide my period!
Crying makes me look ugly
unless a man’s inside me thrusting
Become silence
unless told to speak
then script myself
 
Because what they don’t want me to know
what I can’t know in order for things to stay the same
is that finding my voice
releases the shame.

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