Unclothe me with your
eyes,
Hungry hands and mind,
Or your words
that spell like fear
of your sex’s weakness
I am not ashamed
I am but a woman.
Hear my story,
Turn a deaf ear, shy
away
Walk past, plugging me
out
Cry or console my loss
Chide me, ask me to
shut up.
Ignore me
I still shriek of
injustice
I am but a woman.
Call me the goddess,
your alter ego,
The prostitute or the
slut,
the femi-nazi,
The woman you can only
dream of bedding, or
The whore you fucked
last night,
Or your mother
I am multiple orgasms
I am but a woman.
Shred my ego to pieces,
revel in chivalry
Or slap me down
grovelling in the gravel
Mould me to your choice
I will be the lady
and the bitch
I am everything.
I am but a woman
Ban my blood and
own my womb
Taboo my body
for three whole days
Seed it with lust the
next
I choose to be
childless, to bleed freely
I am but a woman.
Don’t love my love
handles
put me down with my
weight
My full grown body
an eyesore.
Try me into body issues
I will not fit in
I am but a woman
Say I am too modern,
Outrageous, or too
traditional
to suit your tastes
Judge me with the size
of my bindhi
Or the way I drape my
Sari just below
my navel, or the
swiftness
with which I cover my
head
when seen
Or the click of my six inch heel
I am the permanent outcast
I am but a woman.
Thrust upon my body
masks of masculinity
Penis-obsessed,
your hard rock ego swells with
each sloppy kiss-
That testosterone high
Fails to stir me enough
I prefer women
I am but a woman.
