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This may be my body And I may be me
But the only thing that matters
Is the fact that I am she
She can talk, sing and speak
Yet she has no voice
She may want to read and learn
But that is not her choice
For she is she and not herself
Because he knows what’s best
He knows the way that she should act
And how she should be dressed
He owns she, her life, her body
He must be obeyed
And she will submit to him
Because she is afraid
Afraid that he will hurt her
Rape her, beat her, worse
And this is all acceptable
Not illegal nor perverse
For there are things that she must learn
Not writing, reading, math
But that she is inferior And she must feel his wrath
The only work she ever does
Is wash and cook and clean
But if she were to be employed
She’d only be thirteen
Forced to sell her body
To any man who’ll pay
No waiting until marriage
Or prom night teen cliché
She will never get the choice
Of who controls her life
Either she belongs to every man
Or is just one man’s wife
For her there is no walking out
No leaving it behind
Becasue it isn’t only him
To which she is confined
as every law and expdctation
Ensures she knows her place
The shadow of a man
A scarf without a face
A vessel for new life
Wether she agrees or not
But newborn girls are rarely seen
They are strangled, drowned or shot
More girls are killed in asia
Than are born in the US every year
So the feminist movement should be fought
Not here, but over there
And yet here we are
Crusading for our rights
To post our nips on instagram
Or not get whistled at in tights
While women by the million
Are cowering in silence
In a world that’s not their own
Controlled by fear and violence
We have used our freedom
our voice, our education
to push for equal rights
Within an equal nation
Wasting time and power
On such a misplaced fight
That should be fought in countries
Where women can’t read or write
As tough as it may seem
That your outfit could be criticized
Or your walk of shame is frowned upon
Or your gender simply generalised
There are 60 million child brides
20 million sex slaves
500 million illiterate
And millions more in mass graves
Women are murdered for being raped
For claims of sex against their will
Because religion gives these men the right
To abuse then beat and kill
These women cannot help themselves
Theyre killed for just complying
But can western feminists give this help
Are they even trying?
There is more of an uprising
Against western women’s body hair
Than there is any talk or worry
Of these third world women’s welfare
While we embrace our mini dresses
And thigh high boots and lace
They will never be allowed
To show their own bare face
Yet we still push for more
More legs, more ass, more chest
Yet never have we fought for them
As they remain oppressed
We have the rights, the strength
The time and the voice
To simply raise awareness
For those who have no choice
No choice of how they’re living
No choice of where they’re born
No choice of who they lose
Who’s lives they have to mourn
Its our duty as the privileged
To fight for what is just
Instead of simply publicising
Our bodies and our lust
This is where we’re needed most
But are always seen least
In Africa, in asia
And in the middle east
Where she is merely she
And simply nothing more
And what she need is us
To fight and win this war
This may be my body
And I may be me
But the only thing that matters
Is the fact that I’m not free
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