I know why I was born female.
I know why, I was born female.
Feeling the sudden syncronisation of the manifestion of my cells’ and my soul’s purpose,
I know the reason
I was born with complete X’s and not an incomplete Y.
But why do I, sense a wall of hand-written lies,
Preventing me from unraveling myself, and telling MY story right?
Because, I am right.
And the fight I have to endure, is laughed off by THEM
Time and time again, I am challenged to challenge the system, that trades my brain, for my breasts
In an attempt to test, me in some God-forsaken fuscia flowered dress!
So I can impress, a future suitor
Whos all suited up,
But not grown up enough, to understand that there is more to me, than what you can physically see
And I am not, turning over my brain or my body,
To somebody else’s expectations of what a WOMAN is meant to be.
Regardless of the fact that I am burdened with pre-conceived statistics,
The fact is, is that I was BORN free
But due to a systematic cover-up, women are taught that they are not free.
To our physical worth
My sisters and me, are said to be, nothing but
Bikinis, boobs, butts
Dolls, objects, legs, faces,
Hoes, bitches, bimbos
Baby-making, heart-breaking, dinner-making,
Just there for the taking!
But still, never taken seriously
But how can we be when the image being sold to you, is so far from the fucking truth,
And has been shoved, so far down OUR throats,
That we don’t even know, its decades-old vomit WE are still WANTING to choke on.
But don’t get it twisted
This text is not aimed at every male that’s ever existed,
Its only interested in exposing the men, and the women,
Who degrade and parade women like slabs of quickly expiring meat.
Consumer and consumed
Abuser and abused
Confuser and confused by the violating looks received on a daily basis, without consent
Oh, but you know that look?
Squinting with a smirk, smirking with a growl
Stare dragging across your flesh, sinking into your skin
Biting onto your body,
Uninvited, violating eyes and hands
Mentally undressing your walk
And don’t even try to spit the same excuse that,
“She asked for it, with the way she was dressed, she must of wanted it”,
NO ONE ASKS TO BE ASSAULTED
There was no consent
And WEAK is the word
Tagged and bar-coded, on OUR bodies
These, sacred bodies
That are rated, raped,
Used, refused, reduced, abused,
And re-used, until someone decides on the expiry date
The only expiry that should be happening is the expiration of the expectations
Put on young women to live up to a dead standard,
That exists only to keep us in one place
Half existing, half erased
Because God only knows that if we were ever taken seriously,
Or valued on our personality,
We might have some equality in this male dominant society
Its gonna take the MAN in me, to conquer this insanity
And its gonna take the WOMAN in you,
To extinguish lies, and fuel the truth
And fuel the few, the few who still know
That this sexist way of thinking
Is NOT the way love goes.
- Written by Jahra ‘11/’12