Looking at the pages

But I can’t focus on the words

How can I interpret meaning,

When all the lines are blurred

I sit here wondering what a curse it is to be

A woman

To be me

A Black Woman

To be me

A human

To be me

To be Alive

To be me

To live aloud

The meaning of what it is to be taken advantage of just because a man feels like it

Men look at me and they want what they see

And when I say no Im their natural enemy

I have no rights to my own body

Accept to be owned by someone else

To love, to hate, to blend are emotions that are bargained for theft

I want to be left alone

Why doesn’t that register?

Maybe because someone said I was pretty

It is the world’s duty for me to be ogled at

The girl wearing nothing at all

Or maybe even draped in 1000 layers

Does it really even matter?

No,

It doesn’t matter

I can wear whatever I want, as IT EXPRESSES ME

And those who steal,

Those who come to take

Those who want

They will have me.

And what can I do to protect myself

My daddy wouldn’t

And my mother couldn’t

My stepfather should not have

And my aunt just fell in tow

It was only the one time,

But ask me did it make a difference?

Does it show?

Who would I be?

Am I the same?

Does any of this even make any sense at all?

Probably not…

Truth is how could it?

How could it make any sense to someone who doesn’t know what it is to be tooken