Enslaved

Once I was told to be quiet cause I am a girl, 

Since then I have been enslaved by my feminity,

I was raped yet I was blamed for not being pure like a pearl,

I was sad, hurt and broken. But I was forced to smile.

I hide my wounds for so long,

That in the end I thought crimes, 

I felt that over here I do not belong, 

But is this the pain which defines?

I lay on my bed wondering “what am I?" many times.

Sometimes I draw conclusion and sometimes I cry,

I feel weak but on contrary I consumed the feeling of strength.

Under many moons I buried my face into wet pillow,

I parted my lips for sweet candies though I only savoured vinegar’s sourly bitterness.

When I complained I was again reminded that I am a slave,

The rape of my happiness, 

The rape of my sadness, 

Rape of my benevolentness,

Rape of my felicitousness, 

Rape of my victoriousness, 

Rape after rape yet, my feminine qualities were not pondered as brave.

What do you want from women,

What will it take for us to breathe and live,

To be always underneath the thumb of men,

We are as brave and strong as men. How do I make you believe?