Life as a Woman

The begining

I was five the right time I learned about the right and wrong touches.
The first time I had to defend myself was at the doctors.
My little body filled with rage.
I pointed my finger out looking him in the eye, telling him he wasn't allowed to touch me down there.
Before I knew the alphabet,
I was defending my body.
As woman this is what we are taught.
That if your too friendly man will get the wrong idea.
Showing skin is asking for it
"especially the shoulders"
never walk home alone,
keep your head up.
We are never safe.
They love to tell us not all of then are bad.
Gun pointed at my head late at night,
loaded?
Is it worth the chance of finding out?
We will always be fighting,
for change,
for a life free from fear.
A life were I don't have to worry about what's between my legs
This is the life I am fighting for