Genre: Feminism
THE OTHER
by Randa Shami
She stands tall, proud.
If heaven was a voice
It would be hers.
If love was lost
It could be found in her eyes.
Her walk oozes confidence,
Her lips convey wisdom.
Her words fall on deaf ears.
Her words are viewed as the punishment,
And her body the prize.
The breasts that come in different sizes.
Yours for the taken,
Her golden cherry,
Your final destination.
The only thing you listen to.
Naive .
Thinking she can use it as a weapon.
Proud that her heart did not beat for you,
But her legs opened gladly.
Naive.
You are the winner.
She lost everything.
But her walk only gains power.
It mirrors yours now.
An undeniable stance which shouts
‘I am the hierarchy’
‘I am the definition of double standards’
Her words are still wise.
But even her own ears have closed…
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