Dancing to Oppression
Media
and Sexism
like to dictate how I move
how I dress
how I speak
how I am.
Do I talk to much?
Will he get the wrong idea?
Are my shorts too short?
Do I need to wear lipstick today?
Trivial things
really
just passing thoughts
and yet
So Powerful.
Too Powerful.
I take solace in that
I am not alone.
But
there are so many
who are also forced
into this toxic way of life.
Why must it be this way?
Why can't I enjoy my life without eyes
surrounding and dissecting my every move?
If this is how it is
then I am angry.
I am furious.
I rage against your tyrrany
and shatter your stereotypes
then maybe
just maybe
you will start listening.
I will not be
pushed off
as another
teenage girl.
Because it's time.
It's time for revolution.
Our mothers and their mothers
have paved a path.
Now is the time
to follow it.
Dance down that path
with the breeze in your soul.
Trod heavily
if that's what suits you.
But whatever
you do,
Do it loud.
Do it proud.