An Adjective of Submission or a Verb of LabourA Poem by nadia dmitriIf you are not devoured then you rotWomen don't get to be loved We are appraised and valued Bought and sold Butchered and eaten Woman is synonymous with performance You're a marionette or a ghost The s**t or the Madonna If you are not devoured then you rot It is a political statement to exist for oneself To fight to remain whole in a world where womanhood is characterized by its slow death I am forced to present my wounds on a platter to prove I have earned a place here To claw to a title defined by my service to a man If I am lucky one day I'll lose my name and my body and my life for the chance to be valued If I am lucky one day my own eulogies will be thanking god for the low-calories recipes and wrinkle creams that kept me desirable He says he is a feminist While playing rap songs about f*****g b*****s While ignoring the news about an unnamed sex worker found dead While making fun of basic girls for listening to Taylor Swift Think of the women in your life Can you tell me why you love her without reciting all the things she does for you? Of course I am angry My anger is the only thing that belongs to me Everything else must be pretty and sacrificial and sexy and cool and helpful When do we get to be more than an adjective of submission or a verb of labour F**k being loved or wanted or valued When do we get to be human?
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