A Vile Culture

I am at war.

A constant battle against myself,

against my mind, body and soul.

Longing to find the pieces of me

I once could control.

My mind was once a garden flourishing with depth.

Now it is desolate, shallow and sorrow filled.

My body was once a fortress, unmoving and secure.

but he huffed and he puffed and blew my walls down,

I am bare.

Exposed only to humor his sinister greed.

My soul once trustful

is now riddled with fear and misery.

Don’t you see, I am a victim.

A reflection of society.

A survivor of a corrupt culture that is threatening humanity,

one where women are toyed with like property.

Can’t you see, how we’ve become slaves to our own beauty.

we plaster our face with pigments of shame and iniquity.

to please Men who are taught to only see our bodies.

they howl things at us like “damn girl look at that ass”

echoing the traits a typical man is suppose to have.

so we giggle and laugh, just to shrug it off.

taking extra care not to upset them,

not to offend their pride, their manhood.

out of fear of what might happen to us…

We stay in our place and act like the good little girls society expects us to be.

Meanwhile we are being raped, murdered, beaten and taken advantage off,

all because we are taught boys will be “boys” and a man should be allowed to be a “man”.