An Ode to the faceless women

Wed, 05/15/2019 - 03:16 -- Jaisa

They fit me into a mould
and bind me with intangible girdles,
a tiny bit I stray from the mould.
So I'm a bad woman.
My dreams weigh less,
my hopes even lesser.
All my wings are sweetly killed ,
cause I dared to step out of the line.
I'm a woman because of a man,
I exist for the pleasure of man.
I live due to the pittance of a man.
From the time I started to breathe,
I was a thing for everybody,
eager to wash their hands off me.
My voice crushed because it threatened,
the shackles of patriarchy.

Yet one day I hope to rise,
and break away my binds.
A place where I am considered,
not because of my sex,
but because who I am.
I want my presence to give joy to everyone
So now I will be the voice that struggles to be heard.
My strength is not within me
but with those nameless women
whose lives are my medium,
their words my sorrow.

This poem is about: 
My community


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