A Woman In The Land Of Goddess

I am a woman in the land of Goddess,

where I get slut-shamed for my short dress,

where I am only as good as my intact hymen,

because I am just a sexual object for men,

where I become dirty because of my flowing blood,

as if my blood is not blood, but mud,

where I am objectified in myriad ways,

and where I'm not safe from dehumanizing male gaze,

where every time I go out I am cat-called,

"Why a resting bitch face, smile!", people growl,

where if I hangout with men I am a whore,

and if not, I have friend-zoned them, I am bore,

where for the same job as my male counterparts I am less paid,

and for deserved promotions, people think that I get or will get laid,

where being a woman I cannot have a say,

because women are not intelligent, are they?

where on my body everyone have right but me,

because I am a she, and not a he,

and where whoever I am, and whatever I do,

I become an object of condemnation, a ho.

And if I dare speak against this, I bet,

in no time I will receive rape threats,

but against this I won't remain silent,

on changing the narrative, I am hell bent,

I am equal to you, and not a lesser being,

in a condescending way, you stop me seeing,

I'll do whatever it takes to end this mess,

for I am a womyn in the land of Goddess.

~Caritas, Lux, et Veritas;
The Unknown Poet.