Literature
Vilification
When I let my sleeves fall away...
And impose my shoulder upon unsuspecting boys,
I must be sent away and punished.
For I was not only careless,
But threatening.
When my skirt flaunts my legs,
Instead of covering them,
I must run my fingers down my thighs,
In front of a group of male judges.
So that they can tell me,
That I am not just thoughtless,
But deviously malicious.
When my lipstick is cherry red.
Instead of a dim mahogany,
I must hide my face away.
For it is not only improper,
But shamelessly hazardous.
When I object to being treated like a thing,
Instead of silently giving way,
I am not standing up for myself...
Or furthering a c