A young girl silenced by society-
Suffocated by the hands of oppression.
Punished for her body parts-
Or lack thereof.
Her potential escapes her-
Like water from a leaky sink.
Built up angst flooding her veins
Nearing her heart.
No man wants an unlady-like girl.
“Cross your legs!”, they’ll say.
And she does-
Restraining herself for correctness.
No man wants a woman with an opinion.
“Bite your tongue!”, they’ll order.
Tasting her words-
They become more rancid by the second.
Who could ever love a prude?
“Take it off!”, they insist.
Her body stripped of its dignity
Only to fuel a violating burn.
Raped by a world of sexism-
Of male-pleasing demands.
A young girl fades into the background-
Silent and unnoticed.
Molded into this image by society,
She’s now a reject-
For being a conformist, a bore, a slut.
Intrigue- a simple flame blown out by the wind.
Society’s handcrafted deviant- an anomaly.
Who could love her now?