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Woman and why it matters

I am a woman
I said and silence fell
I will do what I please
whatever that might be
I will be human still
and as kind as I can

but I will be a woman
and a person as well

as I walk down these streets in my own world
the one I live and love in, walk to work in
get drunk in and go home with strangers in
the street of the world where I fight my battles in
battles of freedom

freedom to walk down these streets
as a woman
without your looks at me
your eyes piercing my body
completely missing my soul
and thus hurting it fataly

you don't see me

and yet you feel that
you seriously feel that you
have the right to
any right at all
to wink at me, catcall me, tell me that
hey baby how are you why don't you come home with me tonight

you don't tell me nothing
whom you're talking to is a what
you see woman as
tits and fanny

even though you might say
that you like my eyes you like my smile
you don't see nothing


and I am fucking tired of it all
I want to be seen as something more than
something you can own, something you can hold
if you keep your mouth shut I might just
follow you home that night
let you hold me whilst I hold myself to higher pleasure

but know that whilst your mind is closed
I will be as well
and you will never hold me
you
will never hold
me




Fri vers (Spoken word/Slam) av Gerda
Läst 166 gånger och applåderad av 4 personer
Publicerad 2014-01-26 19:10



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