An Ode to the faceless women

They fit me into a mould and bind me with intangible girdles, a tiny bit I stray from the mould. So I'm a bad woman. My dreams weigh less, my hopes even lesser. All my wings are sweetly killed , cause I dared to step out of the line. I'm a woman because of a man, I exist for the pleasure of man. I live due to the pittance of a man. From the time I started to breathe, I was a thing for everybody, eager to wash their hands off me. My voice crushed because it threatened, the shackles of patriarchy. Yet one day I hope to rise, and break away my binds. A place where I am considered, not because of my sex, but because who I am. I want my presence to give joy to everyone So now I will be the voice that struggles to be heard. My strength is not within me but with those nameless women whose lives are my medium, their words my sorrow.