Woman

on

You’re born with the weight of the world on your shoulder,

Anchored by the tombs of religion built in your womb,

Your family’s integrity tucked in to the hemline of your skirt,

With just enough space for your husbands name on your forehead,

And your virtue placed in between your thighs.

Yet, self proclaimed high priests of society close their eyes and draw you on an empty canvas,

Draw you out to be a delicate weakling; 

Not as you are, but as they want you to believe you are. 

And, when a man forces his hand between your thighs and make you bleed out the depth of your soul

they send gift baskets of blame wrapped with the idea that you have to be strong;

For the family, for the unborn child, for the women before you. 

You sit in the corner of a crowded room,

Catching your heartbeat as it beats fast,

As if to escape the body that’s marked by his sin. 

You sit in the corner of a crowded room,

slowly losing your mind, 

while wearing a smile 

with just the right amount of make up,

So no one would notice that the light in your eyes is long gone. 

My darling, destroy the idea that being strong means you don’t feel the pain,

Destroy the idea that being strong means you need to mute the cries that are trapped inside you. 

Destroy the idea that being strong means you’re devoid of emotion. 

Being strong is waking up every morning and choosing to live, when every inch of your soul is begging for eternal rest,

Being strong is standing still while you’re running away from yourself, every second, every day. 

Darling, you’re caring the weight of the world on your shoulders,

Give yourself permission to break down sometimes, it’s okay to cry until the memories dissipate with the tears,

making room for the light in your eyes again. .

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