Listen to My Silence
I speak in silence
For actions speak louder than words they say
Though, my actions are not accounted for, rather they are turned away.
He speaks for me
My body, my mind, my soul,
They are not truly mine; he speaks for control.
I am put on trial every day
To be this type of lady like perfection
Though, the standards he sets leaves me to feel neglection.
No!
I will not let Mr. Man, who sits high and mighty
Create these laws and speak for My Body.
Does he know, the cramps and pain I feel
When the red river of life flows from My Body?
Does he know, the names I am called
When I were the clothes, I want to feel comfortable in My Body?
Does he know, the tears I’ve cried
For equal rights, that are taken away from me because of My Body?
Does he know, the fear I face
To feel pleasure, for My Body is not ready to reproduce.
No!
So, Mr. Man, who sits all high and mighty
Tell me why you think you have the right the control My Body?