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.  

 

 

 

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