The Weight of my Feminity

Heavy is the weight of my femininity

Like a slave you try to shackle me with it

Bound me to your ideology of what it means to be a woman

Compare me to the first of my kind;

Because from your rib I supposedly came…so I owe you

Owe you my respect, even on your most undeserving of days

Owe you my virtue even though you are far from virtuous

Dare ‘I’ give ‘MYSELF' to too many I become unworthy

Dare I let myself dwelling in the depths of wanton lust, I am unclean

Because what is the desire of a woman in comparison to that of a man?

Here I stand, in this modern era, skimming numbers off my body count…why?

To please a society that couldn’t care less about me

To secure myself a good husband; that I really don’t need

To simply live a life where I am not judged because I dared to live

Heavy is the weight of my femininity,

But a weight I will bare until a change has come

And I will be that change I want to see in this world

You will come to know my name as you learn the true value of a woman