The very first challenge for this being was to be born a woman
Being born a woman to feel how a woman is perceived
How she feels under the tyranny of that perception
A weakling
A gatherer
A compassionate being who is too weak to lead
"Leadership and compassion do not go together" afterall
Bearing
Bearing children
Bearing the weight of the childishness of the men
Bearing the weight of the label "weak" pushed against her bleeding body
Bearing dirty looks
Bearing dirty touches
Bearing the transgressors
The transgressors at home
The transgressors at work
The transgressors on the street
The transgressor sitting on god's throne
The lines from all the women who wrote of being a woman echo in my head
So much pain
for the weaklings of the world
The weaklings that push the stronger ones out of their bodies
The ones that grow the stronger ones with their own blood
I can't breathe when I think of weakness
The hidden memory of all the women along history
runs in my veins
The poets
The thinkers
The inventors
The explorers
Who hid behind the stronger names
to be safe
to stay alive
to write poems
to think
to create
and to walk and walk and walk
To walk maybe they can find the place
where
They are not weaklings
They are not hidden
They are not wrapped
in dirty looks and dirty hands.
Women dreaming of a world without men
Without the ones who never stood beside them
The ones who never once imagined that this fight
This fight for freedom
Starts with giving the woman hers
Her freedom was one of the first to be taken
And it shall be the first to be returned.