Genre: Feminism
THE OTHER
by Randa Shami
She stands tall, proud.
If heaven was a voice
It would be hers.
If love was lost
It could be found in her eyes.
Her walk oozes confidence,
Her lips convey wisdom.
Her words fall on deaf ears.
Her words are viewed as the punishment,
And her body the prize.
The breasts that come in different sizes.
Yours for the taken,
Her golden cherry,
Your final destination.
The only thing you listen to.
Naive .
Thinking she can use it as a weapon.
Proud that her heart did not beat for you,
But her legs opened gladly.
Naive.
You are the winner.
She lost everything.
But her walk only gains power.
It mirrors yours now.
An undeniable stance which shouts
‘I am the hierarchy’
‘I am the definition of double standards’
Her words are still wise.
But even her own ears have closed to the noises her lips make.
They utter hateful words behind her back.
Call her names,
Slut,
Dumb girl.
Then she runs to you.
You who walks the same walk.
You whose words are less wise.
You who made all the rules.
Let her say
‘I know what I want’
Let her dare become that brave.
Disregarding
Her words, actions
Only the materials draping
Over her temple will define her now.
And you will use this as an excuse to
Invade, destroy and conquer
What once was her temple.
Tears will fall from her eyes
And with every drop love is,
Lost, hated, forbade.
You place your hands under her chiselled chin and use her tears to wash away the,
Blame,
guilt.
Provoked?
Were you?
The body will die it is the soul that is the prize.
A woman she is
Women they are
One is nothing without the other.
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