Behind my Back, Judge Me.

.f r e e .h e r

We love our boys
& raise our girls.
Nurture our men,
create Perfect woman.

A trained trend
that nobody's willin'
to bend over back for,
yet her spine bent

so naturally when
mother warned her
retire pye yo sou chez la
in a pinch, her mother's
plastic smile to the crowd,
the same way she
taught her daughter to.

It was un-lady like
to sit with her legs open,
her arm creepily placed
behind another's head,
her nipples free
of compression & lift.

Because women
have to be nurturing,
uncomfortable, cook,
respectable, clean,
bare children & most
important she must
stay beautiful,
like plastic.

Feeding strength
& entitlement
into a man's hand
for him to bend

       & bend

& bend

The way society
praises him for it,
feeding strength
& entitlement.

Impossible expectations,
she's met them all,
they listen,
it touches them,

but nothing changes.

- Emilie's Poetry ❤︎