My Body is a Weapon

I learned early ​­

          my body is a weapon

Regardless of my intentions ​­

          it would be treated as such

With hungry eyes ​­

          I'd be blamed for someone else's actions

It could be used to manipulate: ​­

          taken away as punishment ​­

          revealed as a reward

I am expected to hide myself​

As one hides liquor in a locked cabinet ​­

          from an alcoholic

As if they are slaves to their impulses, ​­

          not responsible for their actions

When I wear a skirt

As if it is my fault for looking like I do, ​­

          like I chose this body

When he eyed me the way he eyed my mother ​­

          I felt guilty

Like his perverted thoughts were my fault

Guilt kept me from telling anyone ​­

          shame sewed my lips closed