Fuck the Patriarchy

For every time I crossed the street

Looking left, right and then back-

FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

For every time I paid for a cab

long before midnight

Cause I had taken a celebratory shot

With my 50 cents for a $ he makes

FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

For every movie I was excited to watch

Just to find people looking like me

Lying around naked with no words on their scripts

Muted, violated, ignored and obliterated

FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

For every day spent angry

Trying not to hate my body

The one that carries me

Because dresses come in doll size only

no pockets, nothing to remind him

I am more than just an ornament

FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

For every touch on the shoulder that made me

Look around the room for a witness or an ally

For an open door to escape in case he decides

To exert his power over my autonomy

FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

For every time I questioned my sanity

Cause he gaslighted me

Or reached for him in the dark

Just to find out he doesn’t have any words to express his own emotional vulnerability

Leaving both of us bereft, broken and lonely

FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

For every time they made fun of me

For being weak

While I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders

Bleeding, cramping, bloated but smiling

To give birth to children that would take his name – what a fucking irony

FUCK THE PATRIARCHY