The Modern WorldA Poem by therisaSadly, inspired by the saga, which Ray Rice has become.Don't understand Why your fear Our gender As you take out Your anger upon us. Covering our bodies In cuts and bruises Or worse As you apology Afterwards. Only to be punished By "a slap on the wrist" From the legal system Or place of work. Saying They were provoked By our clothes Returning a stranger's "hello" Or expressing ourselves. Does society view us As nothing more Than brood mares To carry on A family's name With sons? Thus Disposal chattel To be treated anyway You decide. Whether To be rape Beaten Or killed? And we call ourselves An advance country Where equality is The rule of law.
© 2014 therisaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 20, 2014 Last Updated on October 20, 2014 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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