{swear warning}
are you happy now?
that I’m drowning in my own sorrow
thinking things that I thought would never happen
but they do everyday
are you happy now?
that society thinks we are just a toy
used for their enjoyment
used as their pastime
why must we be looked at like that?
“why would you wear that shirt?” you say
“those jeans? please, people are going to be looking at you up at down,”
do you not have a choice?
why must I listen to you?
who gives a shit
but he does
the old man in the corner, you see him?
yeah, him, he’s looking at you in that way
he wants you all to himself
just because a shirt that is “revealing”
what does that even mean?
revealing...
such an overused word
you know what else is an overused word?
love.
do you actually love that person?
or are just saying that
cause it now that word just seems numb to me
it doesn’t feel like anything anymore
so, why should I care about what I wear?
why can’t I be free?
why must I listen to them
but I have to...
“you know, with being woman, that comes with you being careful in what you have to say,”
“what?” I ask, raising my brows
“well, if you were my son things would be a bit different,”
ouch.
woah, such a great life and time we live in
where we thought that equality was there
it existed
it was alive
breathing
no, it’s none of those things
it’s nothing but dead, you wanna know why?
ignorance
and
fear
they consumed us into thinking one thing:
woman are treated differently than anyone else
that’s right
we are scared of expressing our selves
our true selves
cause of ignorant pests
that tells us to cover up
and shut up
maybe one day I will be able to wear that shirt...
and those pair of jeans...
but
in the end
are you happy now?
Edit: Hey all! Thank you for the feature! This was a vent poem that I have been trying to put together for ages now, actually. I never knew how to word it, but I love how it came out in the end. The quotes, are unfortunately, things that have been personally said to me. No, it’s not just things I’ve put, they have been to told me—to me face. You see, I am a female and it’s nothing but difficult. Just because I am a woman, I feel like I am looked at differently. That I have be much more careful than anyone else. And to some extent, that is true. It’s sad and it frustrates me. This is what this poem is about. I feel so strongly about my words that I am thinking of making this into an animation at some point in time.I love you all and if you are a female and personally agree or feel like this, you are NOT alone. Things will get better, one day hopefully.
~g off, Mocha :feet:
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