Letters to Patriarchy
Dear ‘Knight in shining armour’,
Sifting like the sands of time
She twists and turns and sways like a wind chime
Shorts too short,oh what a floozy!
Trousers too long,oh what a prude!
Well shave your beard,oh what a tramp!
Oh well grow a beard,oh what a juvenile!
I have a voice and so I speak
Of likes like me-long subjugated and meek
I have a heart and so it breaks
When you toss me around like a rag doll
I am a woman and so I speak
Of women like me who now stand tall
Your husky voice
Your golden hair
Your rugged beard
The way you stare
Your Hazel eyes
Your lopsided grin
Your musky perfume
The cleft on your chin;
I’ll tell you what I think of them
You no longer hold the power to woo
No longer the power to break me
You lost your charm the first time you said
“I love you because I think you’re pretty”
You lost your spark the first time you said
“Your body is my only desire”
You lost your appeal the first time you said,”You’ll marry me to warm my bed and stay in”
Falling like specks of dust
That me and my women
Will shake off our shoulders.
Not your sugar anymore.