As a little girl life is rainbows and sunshine.
Eskimo kisses and snuggles with mommy.
Soon life is about boys and lipstick slumber
parties and crushes.
Life sets in and all she wants is safety. Why? Please
don't ask if you don't care to change.
The world is her possibly poisoned apple.
She stops, rationalizes, steps forward.
Stops, looks around hesitantly, questions.
She is shamed for her figure of soft curves, guilted
to walk only in the light. Tormented by mobs
of ignorant generations.
When I walk alone it is my constant companion.
Through my lens it configures my thoughts.
My hands are tide, but I stand.
My voice is muffled, yet I write.
My mind is tainted, and still my heart beats on.
I am damned by this world because of my sex.
But I will fight with every breath that enters my body
and every beat of my heart till there is nothing left
of me. I can't stop the way I feel when looks send
hands down my body to shred my comfort.
I can't stop this fear, I can't end this fear,
I can only be ready for it. I can only tell you
STOP! LOOK! NO! CHANGE!