Oh, to be a woman

To go for a run is accepting the fact that I will be harassed

I have to accept that will happen

I should never have to

Why can’t men just shut their idiotic mouths

I owe no man anything

Well, I owe them all my rage

disappear and vengeance

Oh, I owe them all my fury,

pain and scars

I owe them death

as death is what they gave me

I have served time for a sentence they bestowed upon me

Oh, I am still serving

What was the crime you ask?

Oh, being a woman

They want a woman, they do not like woman

Oh, I will give them all my fury,

I spent all my youthful energy fighting the crimes of many men

Oh, they liked me small and broken

The crime committed by a man is always a woman’s fault

Judge - she looked at me in her tight dress!

The judge sentences her to watch her abuser

walk free

The judge walks home

The pregnant wife, about to give life

Has cooked him dinner

Whilst another gets a knife

A knife to her face

To amend all her offensive flaws

All plastic and fake

Good girl

Now men will like you more

Oh, what a whore!

Only whores wear plastic as if it is part of their skin

Oh, what is a woman to do?

She delivers sacred beings into this bleak world

Yet she has no place in this world

Hell, her place is chained up and compliant

So, what is a woman to do?