
I'd never been a woman before.
Are those the words of a boy or a girl?
I'd never been a woman before
and before I could learn to love my body
I was bombarded with the responsibility
that my gender is responsible
The responsibility to minimize myself
so that men would not be aroused
minimize myself so men would not be tempted
minimize myself so men would not be threatened
minimize myself until I have no laugh, no cry, no thought.
When that sister warns me not to laugh in public
When that boy bullies me for crying
Then that woman tells me not to speak
I considered piercing my tongue with a metal spear
to remind me to keep my mouth shut
Could hooks on my lips close my mouth in silence?
My color is too bright- I am too vibrant
Must be vibrating some rhythm I have yet to know
Drape me in black shroud, I dare you
Cover my mouth to keep me silent
Black shroud as a shroud buries the dead
Death a constant reminder the mirror reflects
Given a mouth and a brain
handed to those who would shut it
Words to speak, Brain to think,
playing pretend culture shocks, disrupt it
The heart is always a distraction
Fill me with their words
that I never grow words of my own.
Tell me what my joy should be
that I have no pleasure of my own.
Dictate my every step
my every piece of clothes
Until I have no existence
no belonging anymore.
About the Creator
Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines
Writing has always been my outlet. I grew up on lock-down as an only daughter, in a sheltered home in the middle of the hood. I received my Bachelor's at Spelman College. I am a Jersey Shore Native Lenape Cherokee Indian Momma of twins.


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