Imolation

I will be editing this down the road. Just a practice run

All women are born with an ember of defiance in their chest

The first spark of fire is felt as a child.

The moment a man looks at your blooming body with hunger.

We swallow that burn even when we hear 

"You would be prettier if you smiled".

We normalize it and try to play their game.

We reject what we are for approval we will never get.

The burning sensation floods our veins

at the realization that men do not like women.

They like the control. 

Until it becomes unbearable 

and something is stolen from you

The man moves forward and we are stuck in time.

Left to carry shame and guilt for existing.

We are not allowed to dwell the same.

But once your father asks "what was she wearing",

you burn the f*****g house down. 

The searing betrayal laying tinder in its wake

So we let the flames roar.

Swirling, dancing and desecrating everything they built

And we will walk into those flames leaving nothing beautiful left for them to destroy