I am a girl and that is my crime
I must be shuttered and cloistered
I must be seen and not heard
Am I less of a human than my brother?
I am neither allowed to dream nor aspire
I am a wife and mother; that is all I am allowed to be
I can’t be right even if everybody is wrong
Am I a lesser creature than my husband?
I am a gem but I am not valued
I have rights that exist only in statute books
I exist but only to satisfy a man
Did God create me a slave or a free born?
From a young age I have always known my body was an asset
From lascivious stares of men on my teenage body
To groping in the dark and rape in broad daylight
What is it with men and uncontrolled libido?
I know I was created as man was ,by God
To be a helpmate and not a subject
Yet I bear the guilt of an oversexed society
Can’t the wandering eyes of men decide not to see?
I only want to live as I was created
To aspire and dream like every child of God
To be seen as an image of God and not a lower being than “man”
Is that too much to ask from a supposed intelligent species?