THE ULTIMATE PRICE FOR BEING FEMALE

Whyte Queen
@WhyteQueen
8 years ago

We aren’t paying it anymore!My birth made my baba unhappyHis family called him a weakling;a man without performanceDoes my being a girl indicate nothing but weakness?Can’t I walk on dark streets unattended?And without fear or flightShould I be married off to a father, Father?The girl is the mother of the manWhy am I being subjected to such a cruel faith?Why do I have to give up schooling?With the excuse I’ll only end up in a man’s house?Should I be the only one to pay dearly?I have struggled since birthWill the struggle continue till death?Do I continually have to prove my worth?Am I some kind of good to be traded and bargained for?Is my place only on your bed and kitchen?Why do I have to be sold to sexual slavery?Why do I have to be battered by spineless jellies in the form of a man?Why am I required to be mute?Why was I taught to swallow my views?Why are my opinions seen as misguided, senseless and emotional?Have you learnt to loose empathy?Woe unto you!Shame on you!You know absolutely nothing!I can be a boy whilst being a girl; a role you can never undertakeI toil from dawn to dusk; a task you cannot carry out however hard you tryI can be a mother and a father; you can never be a motherI forsook all I had; you’ve learnt to miss nothingI’ve had my body bisected and dissected to bring forth life; pains you can’t bearI’ve changed my name and identity to suit yours; a sacrifice you can’t affordGirls learn to talk faster but their views are often overshadowedWe’re now walking deadsA machine of ideas destroyed and subdued!I call on brave men; stand against sexismListen you political rapists, domestic violators and biased employeesRespect me because I’m not a thingAll men Listen up!Reverence me because I’m not just a girl childBut the determinant of your tomorrowThe pride of your presentMind those weapons between your legsstripping me off my virginity and integritycausing fear and panic in the hearts of women alike and the girl childDon’t hit me because you think I’m weakDon’t rape me because I haven’t learn how to fight for myselfDon’t because I’m much too small to understand the meaning of sexStop because this hole isn’t ready to be rammedLet me walk without fear of being grabbed from behindQuit depositing your sacred sperm into anything that’s openDon’t have me in turns with your freaking ferocious friendsI was not meant to be sharedDon’t take it by force that which I cannot giveI’m not an instrument of sexual pleasureI’m not an incubator for those forced spermatozoasI’m not ready to understand this pain;Was not never born toDon’t force that large mass of abandon on meI’ve learnt not to wear the best of clothes; but my brothers doThey’re your pride; evidence of your manhoodSpare no attention to me; shower it all to themThey will grow into men like you and will forget your existenceAnd I’ll be the one coming to your rescueIt’s all thanks to your rejection I’ve been able to be betterI’ve risen beyond these setbacks; a kaleidoscope of beatitudeAn unfathomable force; an unpredictable entityOne who’s tired of these phenomenonKnow I’m not the girl you used to knowI’m the shadow of my pastAnd a mirror of my presentI won’t pay for my feminism