Among the vilest institutions humanity conceived, advanced by men
inspired by Eve, the key to our survival, the other half of the whole,
rebuked and trammeled as if you had no soul. Birthed from the uterus,
the vessel of life, only for bitter irony to cut like a knife, they re
told the world is theirs; any dream can come true, their destiny
decided by pink or by blue. Lost in city splendor, wealth and excess,
I notice these frail creatures walking up steps, no one waits for
their return, it defines their existence, a pain with no remedy, it s
all too consistent. For this story is no different from the millions
without name, the setting has changed but the plot stays the same. A
depressing tale riddled with scars, from street corner to bed or the
back of a car. A victim of bias, of dreams derailed, she need not say
a word, her tears tells her tale. An unblemished soul made ugly by
strife, the incessant humiliation that she is forced to call life.
These beautiful women lost under stars, these daughters and sisters
and mothers of ours. These women believe their worth to be lost, and
in their despair they now come at a cost. Silent cries of abuse that
none can console, night in and night out, it has taken its toll. Given
a glance then a dance, displayed, put on hold, ignorant to the fact
that they are worth far more than gold. Her value is priceless and yet
she is still sold, the consequence of patriarchy, an institution of
old. Your radiance is not finite, it s not meant to rot, but physical
beauty is all you ve been taught. A man with money and status is what
your conditioned to pursue, how he treats you is secondary, for it
lacks carnal value. Twirling your sex batons in these flesh parades,
through media and legislation we advance this tirade. And thus you
remain dancing on my screen; your disdain for your employer is all too
discrete. He caresses you, touches you, in his game he believes and
you flash a lustful smile so I can t witness your grief. To appease
male urge, femininity is purged, it is cursed then enslaved, her will
made obscure. But we cannot split for we are one and the same, union
answers the primal question, were only different in name. Do you not
know your beauty, the strength you possess, stop looking down, it is
not found in your breasts. I may be a man, my eyes fixate on your
physique but that s no excuse to treat you like meat, but take these
words with a grain of salt, validity follows compliance, you are also
at fault. This trend was incepted, its tenets can die but there is
only one method to cease all these lies, destroy the concept of
manhood on your plight it feeds, and then maybe we can know what it means to
be free.
