A poem about Women
I sit quietly and watch
As I learn my role
My role as a woman
My role as a survivor
My role in my vocations
It's an inherited disease
Some might say
If the father is not present
The daughter withers away
Until she's nothing
She thinks she's worthless
Thinks she's helpless
Thinks she has no reason to go on
Because all her life she's been watching
And nobody has told her this before
She's a princess
In a turtle shell
Trying to conceal
All the hurt
All the pain
All from which she cannot heal
She's so beautiful
She's worth it
But no one will tell her so
She can't stand to to hear somebody
Tell her who she can become
She's a child of The Father
Not that sinner on the earth
She comes from a creator
That knows exactly what she's worth
Because he made her
She knows that she is supposed
To be quiet and stand back
All her life she has opposed
Now she's tired and can't stand
To try to take a stand
Why does she not know her worth,
Why does she not know her help,
Comes from the Lord
And not her family?
Because she was raised in this hell
She's so quiet and submissive
Now she sits and she absorbs
All she's shown about how women
Should look perfect and fit in
But she's not able to make that standard amymore
She can't see it, not like this
Before her eyes
When she looks back
But she is better than she knows
Because she's saved and she's restored
But still she sees
This perfect shrine
Of what women are supposed to be
And she cries endlessly
Because she's feels like the beast
But she's the beauty
She's the Belle
She's every princess that she sees
Even though that in the mirror
That's is not what she can see
So she won't eat and she won't sleep
She'll try to be the perfect girl
She tries makeup
She tries dress up
But nobody really sees
She's trying, oh she's trying
To be someone that she's not
She can't do this
She's not perfect
She's not what they think she is
They all see her as this peasant
That she tries so hard to change
They don't care that she's trying
They just care
That she is strange
So they look down
Down upon her
Because they see what she sees
They don't see the Father's image
They just see the girl she can't be
So what to make of it
How to change it
Change her image of herself
Stop the violence, stop they hatred
And she'll see her real self
Will you listen?
Will you change it?
Or are you just gonna see
This poem that is written
By a girl that you don't see?
You don't know her
You pass her by
You aren't seeing what she sees
You are seeing through her eyes
That she feels what she can't be.