Below is part 5 of “The Purge” series.
This is the first poem I’ve written that talks about some part of the experience of womanhood as a whole, in terms of my own personal journey as well as the women I see around me in the world. I really hope you like it! 🙂
I am not a glorified playground-
easy to run all over.
I am not your sandcastle by the beach-
easy to wash away,
with a little bit of saltiness from the sea.
I will not be your battlefield!
To shoot who you want
with my mouth;
to slay men like you, for you,
with my smiles;
to stab to death
whom you owe debts
with the touch of my fingers on their skin.
I will not be sold,
to leave more space for your confidence
to fit in.
Your hollow pride,
from harming those who did not know how to fight…
I punished myself for, for decades
ever since I learnt the meaning of punishment.
If you think my lips are sewn with battle cries,
I use each word I write
as rungs of a ladder, climbing up,
and over these walls of shame
that you had decided to lock me within.
I am tired
of men like you
who think I am their plaything
That I am a right
they were born with
and there’s nothing left,
of me to stop them.
You use me
and teach me
to be ashamed of it;
of everything I know you did.
I will not sit here washing away the stains
of my… being.
You do not get to escape, spotless.
These are not my sins,
not my stains,
not my cages,
Hereby, I return it all to you
whom it rightfully belongs to,
I quit your circus, your poker games
that only you could ever win-
Congratulations, on losing.