Listen,

I tell the tale

Of my pain

Of their pain

Do you hear them?

The collective despair

Shared by every woman who is forced

To witness their culture stripped

Only to be sold

In a perfect white package

Shipped off to the stores

Listen,

I tell the tale

Of my rage

Of their rage

Do you see them?

The women who cannot walk

Wearing a dress and high heels

Without cat calls thrown their way

Followed by quick quips by the rejected:

“You was fat anyway.”

Listen,

I tell the tale

For her,

For me,

For everybody.

You see me.

You hear me.

But do you listen?