I don't want to be the womenA Poem by Lydia WaldockStruggles with the male gaze
I don't want to be the woman who waits
I don't want to be the woman who settles I don't want to be the woman who's life is written out for her but how do I escape the path of all the woman before me I don't want to be the woman who regrets but I know that womanhood is regretting, I barely got to experience my youth before it became overripe for his tastes I don't want to be the woman who preforms but I know he is watching even when the show is over I don't want to be the woman who screams but thats all my lungs seem to do I don't want to be the woman with the ghostly frame and scrutinizing eyes, watching, living through my daughters, waiting for her to fall in the same ways I did I don't want to be the woman who is afraid but that is what I am I am afraid of the man who will grab my flesh tearing it apart in his hands I am afraid of the man who towers over me to look down my shirt afraid of the man behind me who gets a rise out of seeing me jump Afraid of the man who will only love me for my body Afraid of the man who told me I was far too old for him at 16 Afraid of the man who follows me at night I don't want to be the woman's womanhood is crushed by the man but I fear that is what being a woman is
© 2022 Lydia WaldockAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
81 Views
1 Review Added on November 29, 2022 Last Updated on November 29, 2022 AuthorLydia WaldockBritish Columbia, CanadaAbout21 year old lover of poetry even bigger lover of writing poetry some trash some gold. life's tough might as well make some art more..Writing
|