Liberation

There are moments when I feel the injustice to my gender more prominently 

 

When I am told in my job orientation that my attire is restricted for the men’s comfortability 

 

Now, I understand the need for a dress code, don’t get me wrong 

 

Not going to show up for work in nothing but a thong 

 

But to say the reason is not to make a man feel uncomfortable?

 

I would think it would be because it’s unprofessional or not presentable 

 

I worked for a supermarket who didn’t allow a man to work in cosmetics or beauty 

 

And yet publicly they claimed that they supported equality 

 

I worked in a restaurant whose general manager wouldn’t let women be cooks 

 

“Why work in the kitchen when we need servers with good looks?” 

 

It took a complete switch in ownership for me to finally get promoted 

 

For them to realize their whole hiring system was outmoded 

 

I have fought for everything that I have, including my credibility 

 

Have had to prove time and time again my equal capability 

 

See as a woman, I believe I can do the same task as a man if I were just given the choice 

 

If for once this patriarchy would shut up, sit down, and listen to my voice 

 

But to these boys I am not here for my opinions 

 

Who cares about a woman with goals and ambitions?

 

They want women who will sit still and be pretty 

 

Not very many men on the feminist welcome committee 

 

When a former boss makes jokes about snorting cocaine off my ass

 

And I get called sensitive because I told him that was crass 

 

“Stop being such a girl, I was only kidding.”

 

Then questioned my reason for leaving, for quitting 

 

I do not hate men even though I complain

 

But I must speak my mind, if only to keep me sane 

 

So let me be an example for girls who are too afraid to speak their mind 

 

Before history repeats itself, like a tape on rewind 

 

For the girls who idolize women with eating disorders 

 

Glamorized by the media on magazine covers 

 

For those same women who throw up their dinner 

 

Because they’re constantly told they need to be thinner 

 

For little girls who had to grow up too fast 

 

Who live in fear of constantly being harassed 

 

I will write until my hand cramps and my fingers bleed 

 

This passion will not burn out til my sisters are freed 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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