This Isn't Just My Story
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Listen,
I tell the tale
Of my pain
Of their pain
Do you hear them?
The collective despair
Shared by every woman who is forced
To witness their culture stripped
Only to be sold
In a perfect white package
Shipped off to the stores
Listen,
I tell the tale
Of my rage
Of their rage
Do you see them?
The women who cannot walk
Wearing a dress and high heels
Without cat calls thrown their way
Followed by quick quips by the rejected:
“You was fat anyway.”
Listen,
I tell the tale
For her,
For me,
For everybody.
You see me.
You hear me.
But do you listen?